Thanksgiving DayBY ISMMA L. KELLOGG OF GLLNWOODOur Pilgrim fathers eel apart a clay.To praise Thy name, O Lord, to offer thanks and pray; And so, on this Thanksgiving day, this day of days, With thankful hearts again we’ll sing Thy praise;For Thou art worthy to he praised, by all The denizens of earth, both great and small;For with a liberal hand Thou dost bcatow Rare blessings on thy children here below.We thank Thee for our native land so free,This great domain reaching from sea to sea,And from the north line where the snow lies deep In winter, and all verdure is asleep,And winds blow cold, and earth seems out of tune,To southern border and perennial June.Here Freedom is enshrined—the people reign—And peace and plenty rest on hill and plain.We thank Thee for our forefathers, who cameTo this strange land not seeking wealth or fame. Religious freedom was the goal they sought.And with their precious life-blood it. was bought.Help us, O Lord, to keep secure this trust,This bulwark of our nation, for ’tis just;May our land ever be a baven for the oppressed,The weak protected, and all wrongs redressed.We thank Thee for our flag that waves on high—The blue is copied from the azure sky—The red, a segment from the setting sun,The stars, a light in darkness every one.Our country's flag, our flag—red, white, and blue—And to its colors may wc all be true.Where'er we go, wherever we may be.This flag protects us on the land or sea.We thank Thee for the mountains and the hills,The mighty rivers and the tinkling rills,And for the fertile valleys lying low,Where fruits and grains and all things needful grow. We thank Thee for the riches of the mineHidden deep In earth by Thy own power divine,And for the flocks and herds that graze at will,In verdant pastures over vale and hill.And Father, we would thank Thee for the trees That hold their branches high to catch the breeze, Whether in forests dense, where wild beasts roam,Or in the open shading some loved home—Perhaps a mansion grand, or lowly cot—Or, standing in a grove in some sequestered spot Where weary ones may pause to rest -and say:• “We thank Thee for the blessings on life’s way”.We thank Thee for the happy birds, that sing Their joyful roundelays in early spring.We thank Thee for the fair sweet ..flowers, that grow In countless numbers wheresoe’er we go.With beauty exquisite and, with fragrance rare. There’s nothing grows, that with them can compare. They are a priceless gift. Father, we know Thou gavest them because thou lovest us, so.We thank Thee, that the seasons come and go,The whiter, with it’s cold and ice and snow,The spring, with all it’s bursting buds and flowers And planted ground, and welcome gentle showers; And summer, with it’s days of Intense heat,Compelling all to seek a cool retreat.Autumn, with garnered crops—a plenteous store—The bins and baskets heaped and running o’erWe thank Tliee for the beauty of the sky,The changing clouds that oft go hurrying by,Giving their moiature to the thirsty land;The radiant sunrises and sunsets grand,The rainbow in the cloud, the noonday sun,The moon to light the night when day is done;Aided by all the myriad stars so bright.Father in heaven, we thank thee for the night.We thank Thee for the day, with all its cares—For Thou wilt keep us from its toils and snares— And for the life that Thou hast given us here,And for our homes and friends and kindred dear;And for the blessings that we all enjoy—Blessings unnumbered and without alloy—Help us each day. O Lord, to understand,That all good gifts come from Thy opening hand.But, most of all, we thank Thee for thy Son,The blessed Jesus Christ—theHoly One—Who gave his life a sacrifice for sin.That we, through his atoning blood, may enter in To that blest land, where partings are unknown;And sing new songs of praise before thy throne. Hasten the day, when war and strife shall cease,And we shall dwell with Thee for aye—in 1*15 ACR.