THANKSGIVING. 



LEAFLET VI. 



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At the end of the drear November, In a setting dull and gray, 

 Comes a time we long remember, 'Tis our bright Thanksgiving day. 

 See the pumpkins turned so yellow, Ripened for Thanksgiving pies ; 

 And the apples grown so mellow For the children's dancing eyes. 



II. 



And the nuts have long been keeping All their sweetness stored away, 

 And the popcorn has been sleeping To wake up Thanksgiving day. 

 All the summer has been bringing To the Autumn gifts of cheer ; 

 And the songs that we are singing, Hold the thanks of all the year. 



CHILDREN'S PRAISE. 



LEAFLET VI. 

 I. 



As the Autumn time, returning, Brings again Thanksgiving days, 

 We would lift our youthful voices, Singing songs of grateful praise. 



II. 



Praise to God, our heav'nly Father, Watching from His throne above, 

 Filling each day's golden measure With the golden fruits of love. 



III. 



Winter, Spring and Summer, passing, Each a blessing left behind, 

 From the bounty of our Father, To His children, ever kind. 



IV. 



So we praise Thee, heav'nly Father, For the ceaseless stream of good, 

 Flowing ever from Thy bounty In a rich unending flood. 



THE FIRST THANKSGIVING. 



SUPPLEMENTARY SONG SERIES No. IV. 



I. 



The sea is blue, the trail is brown, 

 When old Massasoit comes stalking down 

 With a hundred braves to Plymouth town, 



On the first Thanksgiving day. 

 Through the village they wander to and fro, 

 Where the great brass kettles are hanging low 

 And the fires in the big brick ovens glow, 



On the first Thanksgiving day. 



II. 



The sea is blue, the day is fair, 



And sav'ry odors fill the air, 



Of turkey and venison, quail and hare, 



On the first Thanksgiving day. 

 The warriors grave are eager yet shy, 

 For ne'er before had Indian eye 

 Seen a cranberry tart or a pumpkin pie, 



Till the first Thanksgiving day. 



III. 



Beside the fort the feast is spread, 



With Gov'nor Bradford at the head. 



Oh, fervent the pray'r of thanksgiving he said 



On the first Thanksgiving day. 

 Then under the shade of elm and oak, 

 The savages grim and Pilgrim folk 

 The pipe of Peace together smoke, 



On the first Thanksgiving day. 



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