The Louisiana Democrat. [volume] (Alexandria, La.) 1845-1918, 1890-11-26
no thrifty or dull,

be thrifty or utui,
ghether the till be empty or full;
,ubether the winter be long or short,
whether it's filed with care or sport;
,vbother dear cheeks with health be flushed,
.Ubether in death dear voices husbed;
whe,her the music be lively or SLOW,
whether to banquet or tomb we co.
Wbathar our friends be false or true,
with roses or thstles our paths bestreW--
Why Times bat drop of eternity,
A drop OF the rill in the broad, deep sea
For the toll OF defeat and for victory's palm,
Tbere,s always cause for Thanksgiving psalm.
ca voice we our thanks in melodious lay
oothis suspicious Thanksgiving Day:
-Tbanks for the friends who are left us yet,
-rbanks for the love we would never forget;
qrbanks for the gifts from the storehouse OF God,
prnanks for His love, though q Christening rod;
Thanks for temptation that tests our strength,
Thanks for the conquest He gave us, at length.
Thsaks for the viands He spreads on the board,
FRANKS for the promptings of praise to our
Lord;
Thanks for the sunshine over our heads,
Thans for the angel host watching our beds;
Thanks for the voice so small and so still,
Thanks for the purpose to work out His will.
Thanks for the bounties OF rich, teeming earth
Thanks for the wellspring of JOY and Of mirth;
Thanks for the light that illumines our homes
Thanks for the gloom it dispels when 1t comes;
Thanks for the errors and sins that're past,
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 tie life that He led upon EARTH
Thanks for the era His coming gave BIRTH
Thanks for our houses, our stocks and our
lands,
Tn9nks for the house that's not builded with
hands;
Thanks for the birth couch and thanks for the
bier,
Thanks for the soiourn, the pilgrimage here;
Thanks for the latest, the faltering breath,
Tanks for the Staff in the Valley of Death.
Let US voice our thanks in tunetul lay
On this suspicious Thanksgiving Day.
Thanks that're not of voices alone
Thanks in the kindly deeds that are done;
Thanks that gem darkness with jewels of light.
Thanks that live ON in 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 wayward feet;
Thanks that dispel the timid ones fears,
Thanks that shall stanch the mourner's tears
Tanks that shall sing and thanks that shall
pray,
Thanks that shall toll the livelong day;
Thanks that shall give back good 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 smooth the stony road;
Thanks that tighten the weary load:
Thanks that succor the one who hats,
Thanks that cover anotherrs faults,
Thanks that weep for others woe,
Thanks that, suffering stronger grow,
Thanks in all we eat and drink,
Tnanks in all We do and think.
Let US live our thanks in melodious lay,
lia Heaven, eternal Thanksgiving Day.
~r9e,se Bartlett Davis, in Detroit Fir ee Press