A SONG OF THANKSGIVING! ! ! !
Thanking all the Gods that humor me;
For the sun on my back
And a dream to clasp.
For the crystal brooks
In which a glimpse to grasp.
For a song in my ear
And a tune to ignore
What God didn’t put in there
All the worldly disorder,
For a friendly face to anxiously seek
The romance and the mystique,
For the sweet honeycomb,
The entire globe the deft can comb
With a wander streak.
For the twinkle in every raindropp I see,
Before it hits the dust in melancholy,
For a snooze on the flower-cup bed,
With a bee jazzing in my head.
For the fruits lashing my brow,
With all expectations in stow.
For the candle in the wind,
And every strong gush they send.
For the sweet smelling flowers,
To exalt you in early morning hours.
For the innocent rose
That makes her way out of the thorny growth.
Most of all I thank- for paving a path,
And lighting a spark,
And a hand to hold with you as I walk
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