National Bee=Keepers' Convention at Chicago, Dec. 19-21 



Bee Journal 



45th Year 



CHICAGO, ILL., NOVEMBER 30, 1905 



No. 48 



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THANKSGIVING 



BY THOMAS C. HARBAUGH 



In the twilight of November 



With its foliage of gold 

 Comes again the glad Thanksgiving 



With its customs dear and old ; 

 And beneath the starry banner, 



As it floats from sea to sea. 

 We a happy Nation gather — 



Fears at rest, for all are free. 



Not a hand in all this Nation, 



In the East and in the West, 

 Bars the mansion or the hovel 



To the kind Thanksgiving guest; 

 From the balmy groves of Southland 



To the nodding pines of Maine 

 Nature, tilled with joy and gladness. 



Spreads the yearly feast again. 



We are thankful for the blessings 



That have crowned our cherished land- 

 Fruitful orchards, golden harvests, 



PSace and love from strand to strand ; 

 'Neath November's robes of beauty 



Hidden lies the warrior's sword, 

 And the olive branch is hanging 



O'er Columbia's festal board. 



Aye, from mountain unto mountain 

 'Neath the Union's azure dome. 



To the feast we spread this Autumn 

 Bid the aljsent " Welcome home !" 



'Round the board where all are merry 



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Let the rarest sunlight play ; 

 With the love-key of Thanksgiving 

 Open every heart to-day. 



Thus let hoary age and childhood 



Join their hands with happy glee. 

 In the homes beside the wildwood 



And the mansions by the sea; 

 For our Union naught can sever — 



'Tie defended by the brave ; 

 Then let us greet forever 



This fair land our fathers gave. 



Spread the table with His bounties — 



Let there be a feast of song; 

 Let the voices of the household 



Fair Thanksgiving Day prolong; 

 All are welcome to the pleasures 



That it brings to every farm. 

 And today let hearts be beating 



With impulses glad and warm. 



Hail the hallowed Thanksgiving 



That the Pilgrim Fathers gave ! 

 'Tis their legacy forever 



On the land and on the wave; 

 Then, as Freedom's chosen people. 



We our destiny f ulflll— 

 Let the future's sweet Thanksgivings 



Find us grander, greater still. 



— Sttccessful Fanning, 



