The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1911-11-24

| | And looked on the granaried harvest, with a blow on his brawny | chest, @
 He muttered, ''The good Great Spirit loves His white children best!' | Margaret J. Preston, | Colonial Ballads" The Thanksgiving Magician.
 I dreamed dream, such a wonderful ! dream 1 Come listen, my little lad!
 A dream so living about Thanksgiving | It made me sad and glad
 thought that saw table spread l In low and narrow room, It's boards were bare, and the men that were there l Wore looks of care and gloom!
 There were women, too, so pale and | That my heart ached in my breast,
 And children so quiet! No merry riot,
 No laughter, song, or jest.
 There were trenchers on the table set, | And pitchers of water fair,
 But for all the feast for greatest and l least l What do you think was there? By every plate five grains of corn, l Five kernels and no more; Five kernels of corn was that dinner 1 forlorn. For I counted them OCT and o'er. And long they thanked the Lord, l For this that was left for them bereft | Of all but His Holy Word. | Then while I looked with wonder sore I saw tho oldest sprite | ~ 1yy wit a l But none of them saw the sight. | A scythe across his shoulder fhung, And he touched each crispy grain. l One turned to a pie all crusted high, But how I can never explain. l Another swelled to a turkey brown, l And some to joints of meat, There was boiled and roast, and quail on toast. And all good things to eat. | The danes who wore their kirt1es of In velvet swept the ground, And girls and boys with merry noise Made all the house resound. And, "Oh!'' I said, in a whisper small, Good elf with the scythe and glass, Thou doest well, but thy name pray tell, And how this COm0Cn to pass. He smiled and sighed and smiled again And his voice like a. Christmas chime Said: sI am 8 seer, work wonders here; Mortal! my name is Time.''
 Then listen and learn, my little lad; Though troubles and years increase, Life is worth living; so keep Thanks giving For time brings plenty and peace. Rose Terry Cooke. Five Kernels of Corn. Twas the year of the famine in Ply mouth of old, The ice and the snow from matched roofs had rolled. Through the warm purple skies steered the geese o'er the seas And the woodpeckers tapped in the clocks of the trees; And the bouglas on the slopes to the south winds lay bare, And dreaming of summer the buds swelled the air. The pale Pilgrims welcomed each red dening morn: They were left but for rations five kernels of corn. Five kernels of corn! Five kernels of cOrni But to Bradford feast were uVe ker- nelS of corn! Five kernels of corn! Five kernels of corni
 Ye people, be glad for five kernels of corn!" | So Bradford cried out on bleak Burial Hill
 And the thin women stood in their doors white and still. | ''Lo, the harbor of Plymouth rolls bright in the spring, ! The naples grow red and the wood | robins sing.
 | The west wind is blowing, and fading the snow. And the pleasant pines sing, and the | arbutuses blow. Five kernels of corn! Five kernels of
 To each one be given five kernels of corn!'' l o Bradford of Austerfeld, haste on 1 thy way. | The west winds are blowing OCT Prov incetown Bay. | The white Ravens bloom, but the pine | domes are chill. And new graves have furrowed Pre- cisioners' Hill! | .tGive thanks, all ye people, the warm | skies have come. The hilltOpS are sunny and green | And the trumpets of winds, and the white March is gone, l And ye still have left you five ker- nels of corn. l Five kernels of corn! Five kernels of Ye have for Thanksgiving five kernels | of corn!
 The Ravens gift eat and be humble and pray. A new light is breaking, and Truth leads your way, One taper a thousand shall kindle. Re- joice That to you has been given the will derness voicei" O Bradford of. Austerfeld, daring the wave. And safe through the sounding blasts leading the brave, Of deeds such as thine was the free nation born.
 And the festal world sings the five kernels of corn"
 Five kernels of corn! Five kernels of corni The nation gives thanks for five ker- nels of corn! To the Thanksgiving feast bring five kernels of corni -Hezekiah Butterworth. A HOUSEHOLD MEDICINE n- 1