Thanksgiving

[ELAINE]

We walk on starry fields of white
And do not see the daisies
For blessings common in our site
We sigh for some supreme delight
To crown our lives with splendor
And quite our favorite store
Of pleasure sweet and tender .

Are care our bold and push their way
Upon our thoughts and feeling
They hank about us all the day
Our time from pleasure stalealing
So unobtrusive may a joy
We pass by and forget it
But worry strives to our own life
And conquers if we let it .

There’s not a day in all the year
But hold some hidden pleasure
And looking back joys oft appear
To brim the past wide measure
But blessings our like friends , I hold
Who love and neighbor near us
We ought to raise our notes of praise
While loving hearts can Hear us .

For many a blessing wears the guise
Of worry or of trouble
Far seeing is the soul and wise
Who throws the mask in double
But he woh has the faith and strength
To thank his Almighty for sorrow
Has found a joy without alloy
To gladden every morrow .

We ought to make the moment notes
Of Happy aThanksgiving
The hours and days a quiet Phrase
Of music we are living
And so the theme should swell and grow
As weeks and months pass
A ride sublime at this good time
A grand Thanksgiving chorus .