Iowa County democrat. [volume] (Mineral Point, Wis.) 1877-1938, 1889-11-22
LET Us GIVE THANKS.
BIZ Jessie BARTLETT DAVIS.

Whether the sun shines high and warm.
Whether the sky is dark with storm:
Whether the fields were rich with grain,
Whether, by drought. the herds were slain:
Whether prosperity blessed the land.
Whether sad wrecks bestrsw the strand
Whether the season be thrifty or dull.
Whether the Till be empty or full;
Whether the winter be long or short.
Whether it's filed with care sport:
Whether dear cheeks with health be flushed,
Whether in death dear voices hushed;
Whether the music be lively or slow,
Whether to banquet or tomb we go;
Whether our friends be false or true.
With roses or thistles our paths bestew-
Why Times but drop of eternity.
A drop or rill in the broad. deep sea-
For the toll of defeat and for victory's palm.
There's always cause for Thanksgiving psalm:
So voice We our thanks in melodious lay
On this suspicious Thanksgiving day.
Thanks for the friends who are left US yet,
Thanks for the love we would never forget;
Thanks for the gifts from the storehouse of God,
Thanks for His love, though Christening rod;
Thanks Tor temptation that tests our strength,
Thanks for the conquest He gave US, at length;
Thanks for the viands He spreads on the board,
Thanks for the prOmptings of praise TO our Lord;
Thanks for the sunshine our heads,
Thanks for the angel host watching our beds:
Thanks for the voice so small and 30 still,
Thanks for the purpose to work out His will;
Thanks for the bounties of rich. teeming earth,
Thanks for the weilspring of Joy and of mirth;
Thanks for the light that nlumines our homes,
Thanks for the gloom it dispels when ii comes,
Thanks for repentance that cometh at last;
Thanks for the good we've accomplished below,
Thanks for the greater that yet we may do;
Thanks for the Son who so willingly came,
Thanks for His DEATH for the life we may claim;
Thanks for the life that He led upon earth,
Thanks for the era his coming gave birth:
Thanks for our houses our stocks and our lands,
Thanks for the house that's not builded with
hands.
Thanks for the berth couch and thanks for the
bier,
Thanks for the sojourn, the pilgrimage here;
Thanks for the latest, the faltering breath,
Thanks to the staff in the Valley of Death.
Let Us voice our thanks in a tunefu lay
On this suspicious Thanksgiving Day.
Thanks that are not of voices alone,
Thanks in the kindly deeds that done;
Thanks that gem darkness with jewels of light,
Thanks that live the widows mite;
Thanks that shall pillow the aching head,
Thanks that shall watch by the dying bed;
Thanks that shall give to the hungry meat,
Thanks that shall rescue the hayward feet,
Thanks that dispel the timid ones fears,
Thanks that shall stanCh the mOurners tears:
Thanks that shall sing and thanks that shall pray
Thanks that shall toll the lvelOng day,
Thanks that shall give back gold for i'll,
Thanks that shall work and suffer still;
Thanks that partition PrOsperity's cup,
Thanks that shall raise the fallen one up;
Thanks that Tighten the weary load,
Thanks that suCCOr the one who halts,
Thanks that cover anothers faults;
Thanks that weep for Others woe,
Thanks that suffering, stronger grow;
Thanks in all eat and drink,
Thanks in all we do and think
Let US live our thanks in melodiOus lay.
Till Heavens eternal Thanksgiving Day.