Ellsworth American. [volume] (Ellsworth, Me.) 1855-current, 1922-11-29
THANK SEWING

| THANK SEWING
| (By Charles Hanson Towne.)
| Lord. l give thanks!
| For the green gospel of the grass,
And the white billowy clouds that
| pass;
| For the wide worlds great loneliness
| And the rains healing hands that bless
| The fevered meadow and the road
| Wherein is set my still abode.
| | thank Thee for the quiet MOON,
| Long shadows in the afternoon;
| For the great peace the blue sky
knows,
And the red raiment of the rose;
For the soft tumult of the leaves
| In Autumn, on my haunted caves,
And the clean stars on wind blown
nights.
And all the little village lights
That smile at me through Winters
Each one a human, tender spark,
For apple orchards, white with May
On many a far, sequestered way;
For the deep patience of a pool
Within forest beautiful.
| thank Thee for all simple things
Beyond the glory of high kings;
For goodly books to read at night
In the sweet peace of candle light;
For bread to break, a child to kiss;
And o, dear God for this-for this:
The love of woman that shall last
TIL Time itself, and Life, have passed,
And, as the long, bright journey ends,
Lord, / give thanks for many friends
Amen.
Dear Aunt Madge and the Column:
AS I sit down to write for few
minutes, after busy day, my eyes
fall on these lines, and after the
beautiful week November has given us,
they seem very appropriate:
November lays her quiet hand
Ger all the waiting autumn land,
And bids for one brief hour of peace
The wild wall of the north winds cease;
While yelled in tender azure haze
Come golden Indian summer days"
Thanksgiving day is near at hand,
and | have been looking over the vari-
Gus magazines as they come for ma
terial relating to the season, but find
surprisingly little except that which
relates to eatables for the great dim
ner. One would think the day created
for but one purpose, and that over
eating. However, i did find here and
there some good thoughts from differ
ent sources, and now and then a short
poem, and thought l would quote some
of them, in the hope that they might
be a help at this time to one busy like
Aunt Madge, who may do as she likes
with them.
But first perhaps, l might mention
some of my own causes for thankful
ness. There are always more than we
realize until we begin to count our
mercies and remember how great is
the blessing of health and the ability
to do our part of the worlds work;
the joys of friendship and social life;
the beauties of nature, books, study,
music-oh so many things to give
thanks for if we will only look for
them Then as added blessings, what
are generally summed up as modern
conveniences" have been installed in
our home to tighten the cares of
homework.
In the new basement that has been
dug. stoned, and cemented, are an
electric engine to furnish lights, an
electric pump, 500-gallon pressure
tank for it to fill to furnish hot and
cold water, a pipeless furnace to keep
out the cold of winter, and wood to
keep it going. In the kitchen is new
Colonial Clarion range, and last, but by
no means least. there is a bath room
in a convenient location. Surely
enough cause for thanksgiving fol
several years.
Now for the quotations. From a
sample sopy of Hearth and Home
which is still published. Elizabeth
and still prints old songs:
The spirit of thankfulnesS, the
| habit of seeing always something to be
| glad of and thankful for, is something
we should steadfastly cultivate ano
foster, not alone, or first, because OF
doubtless will result. but for our owr
peace and happiness, and the well be-
ing of all whose lives we may in
huence. Not long ago man said &c
thanksgiving-and ! have-l could fino
| one of the greatest in the fact that
there are so many good people in the
worldt
(From Rural Life.)
| For the days when nothing happens
For the cares which leave no trace
For the love of little children,
For each sunny dwelling place;
| For the affairs of our fathers
| And the closets where we pray,
| Take. gracious God and Father,
| Praises this thanksgiving day"
An editorial in Woman's World, after
| a tribute to our Pilgrim forefathers
| says;
| Never was a nation founded or
| higher ideals, never has any people
Worthier traditions or greater
| responsibilities to live up to than have
| we of America at the present time
| Through the wisdom of our fore
| fathers, the riches of our natural re
| sources and our individual enterprise
| we have prospered beyond belief. One
half the gold of the entire world IL
| locked within our treasury. Educa
| tionaf opportunities wage scales
| standards of living. are the creates
and highest of any nation on earth
| yet in the security Of our possession
! let us not forget our spiritual heritage
| and the moral integrity that we arr