Here is a poem I found in an old IDEALS book. I think it might have been written by Edna Jaques but the author's name is not attached.
Nor for the mighty world, O Lord, tonight,
Nations and kingdoms in their fearful might,
Let me be glad the kettle gently sings,
Let us be thankful just for little things.
Thankful for simple food and supper spread,
Thankful for shelter and a warm, clean bed,
For little joyful feet that gladly run
To welcome me when the day's work is done.
Thankful for friends who share my joy and mirth,
Glad for the warm, sweet fragrance of the earth,
For golden pools of sunlight on the floor,
For peace that bends above my cottage door.
For little friendly days that slip away
With only meals and bed and work and play,
A rocking chair and kindly firelight-
For little things, let us be glad tonight.