The Wolf Point herald. (Wolf Point, Mont.) 1913-1940, 1921-11-24


: Let US be thankful-not only because
, Since last our universal thanks wer,
told
We have grown greater in the world,
applause,
And fortunes newer smiles surpass tn,
old
But thankful for all things that come a,
From out the open hand of Providence,
The winter clouds and storms-the sum
mer Gains
The ~sleepless ~dread-the browse of in
dolence.
Let us be thankful-thankful for the
prayers
Whose gracious answers were long,
long delayed,
That they might fall upon US
And bless US. as in greater need we
prayed.
Let us be thankful for the loyal hand
That love held out in welcome to our
When love. and only love. could under
The need of touches we had never
Let US be thankful for the longing eyes
That gave their secret to us as they
wept,
Yet in return found. with a sweet sur
prise,
Loves touch upon their lids, md, sndl-
ing, slept.
And let us, too, be thankful that the
OF sorrow have not all been drained
away,
That through them still, for all the com
ing years,
We may look on the dead face of today.
VIII Carleton, the New England
poet, strikes the universal note of
thanks in his hymn, part of which
follows:
We thank Thee. Father, for all that Is
bright
The CLEAN Of the day and the stars of
the night;
The flowers of our youth and the fruits
of our prime,
And the blessings that march down the
pathways of time.
We thank Thee. o Father, for all that
is drear-
The sob of the tempest, the flow OF the
tear;
For never in blindness and never In vain
Thy mercy permitted a sorrow OF pain.
The spirit of unembittered resigna-
ton at approaching death is K
pressed in a poem by Edith M. Thomas
on "A Last Thanksgiving"
UJhan ~ ie tipaa far ma r. ao
Time of the rose-or falling snow
Or when new winds wake vernal strife,
This to the world I've cherished So
II have been thankful for my life"
v hen night and shade together flow,
When dawns some scene | not yet know,
Let me draw back one futtering breath,
To say, to all I've loved below.
81 have been thankful-in my DEATH"
How John Quit the Farm is a
narrative poem by the Hoosier poet,
and combines pathos as well as quaint
lumor. The son John has gone to the
ity to get an education and for the
being he is Taught by the glamour
4 city life. But the concluding stanza
q which hi tells of his return on
thanksgiving day shows that the lus-
er of the city offered him but a fleet
ng inducement.
md so the summer faded out, and the
autumn wore away,
md a keener winter never fetched around
Thanksgivin' day.
md as turned and looked around, some
one riz up and bent
nd put his arms round Mothers neck,
and laughed in low content.
me-" he says-'your fool boy John
come back to shake your hand;
ct down with you, and talk with you,
and make you understand =
low dearer yit than all the world Ii this I
old home that we ),
I'LL spend Thanksgivin' in fer life-1est :
Mother, you and mel" r
John Greenleaf Whittier wrote OF =
lie pumpkin, and In the poem Of that
tie he says, in part:
on Thanksgiving day, when from II
East and from West, 7
rom North and from South come tho Il
pilgrim and guest. :
hen the g~ray-haired New Highlander .
sees round his board 8
he old broken links of Affection restored; G
hen the care-wearied man seeks his n
mother once more,
nd the worn matron smiles where the q
girl smiled before:
hat moistens the lips and what bright n
ems the eye?
hat calls back the past, like the rich A
pumpkin pie! IT