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GIVE THANKS
For the wealth of pathless forests,
Whereon no ax may fall;
For the winds that haunt the branches;
For the young bird’s timid call;
For the red leaves dropped like rubies
Upon the dark green sod;
For the waving of the forest,
I thank Thee, O my God!
For the sound of water gushing
In bubbling beads of light;
For the fleets of snow-white lilies,
Firm anchored out of sight;
For the reeds among the eddies;
The crystal on the clod;
For the flowing of the rivers,
I thank Thee, O my God!
For the rosebud’s break of beauty
Along the toiler’s way;
For the violet’s eye that opens
To bless the newborn day;
For the bare twigs that in summer
Bloom like the prophet’s rod;
For the blossoming of flowers,
I thank Thee, O my God!
For the lifting up of mountains,
In brightness and in dread;
For the peaks where snow and sunshine
Alone have dared to tread;
For the dark of silent gorges,
Whence mighty cedars nod;
For the majesty of mountains,
I thank Thee, O my God!
ATLANTA, GA., NOVEMBER 26, 1908.
For the splendor of the sunsets,
Vast mirrored on the sea;
For the gold-fringed clouds that curtain
1- i-L * J Heaven’s inner mystery;
]tlllS day 1?or i-he molten bars of twilight,
•' . Where thought leans glad, yet awed;
For the glory of the sunsets,
remind you
J For the earth and all its beauty;
The sky and all its light;
AV J 1 11 For the dim and soothing shadows,
W 0 Sil OU ICI That rest the dazzled sight;
For unfading fields and prairies,
Where sense in vain hath trod;
* or the world ’ s exhaustless beauty,
give inanKS I thank Thee, Omy God!
For an eye of inward seeing;
i.L y. _iinn mi i A soul to know and love J
LlllOugllOUl For these common aspirations
That our high heirship prove;
- For the hearts that bless each other
pnph Beneath Thy smile, Thy rod;
CdV/ii vid Jr Ml For |] le amaranth saved from Eden,
I thank Thee, O my God!
i_l_ Trnnv For tke hidden scroll o’erwritten
111 C V t/dl With one dear name adored;
For the heavenly in the human,
The spirit in the Word;
| For the tokens of Thy presence
For Thine own great gift of Being,
I thank Thee, O my God!
—LUCY LARCOM.
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