THANKSGIVING. 



BY PROF. W. WHITMAN BAILEY. 



Thanks for the crimson apple3, 



Thanks for the golden grain, 

 For summer's pleasant sunshine, 



For April's genial rain! 

 Give thanks for all the flowers 



That God in beauty sends, 

 But most of all show gratitude 



For kind and generous friends! 



What matter if the forest tree 



No longer wears the leaf ! 

 Our kindly mother Nature 



But tries our unbelief, 

 And she herself in thankfulness 



Now seeks a brief repose, 

 And smiles upon us lovingly 



From out her robe of snows. 



Thanks for the nation's liberty, 

 Thanks for our wealth's increase, 



For faith, for hope, for charity, 

 And, most of all. for peace! 



Blow, winds, our glad Thanksgiving, 



And swell the hymn of gratitude 

 To God forevermore ! 



