Bohemia Village Voice

[From ‘Bohemian Bagatelle‘, published 1979 by the Bohemians]

BLESSINGS

The trees, the flowers, the raindrops,

The sun upon the sea,

The waves, the sands, the starlit sky,

Are beautiful to me.

The snow upon the branches

Of winter’s leafless trees,

The sparkling frosted window-pane,

Are a delight to me.

The sound of someone singing

Whose voice is rich and true,

The music of an orchestra,

I find these lovely too.

But better, far, than anything

Is the warmth of human love,

A hand stretched out in friendship

Is a blessing from above.

Elizabeth Preston