If I had a master's gift to sing
I would make songs of everything;
Not only songs of star and tree,
Niagara and Yosemite,
But songs that show that all is fair;
And beauty blossoms everywhere.

There's loveliness in jeweled rain
As well as skies of orange stain;
To him who hears, the high-walled alley
Is lyrical as any valley.
It only takes a master's grace
To glorify the commonplace!