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The True Thanksgiving

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Review and Herald Publishing Association · Takoma Park Station, Washington, D. C. · Mar 21, 1912

FromReview and Herald, Vol. 89, No. 12.

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The True Thanksgiving

By Arthur Lewis Tubbs

There is no hearth so bleak and bare But heaven has sent some blessing there; No table, e'er so sparsely spread, But that a grace should there be said;
No life but knows some moments blest Of sweet contentment and of rest; No heart so cold but heaven above Hath touched it with the warmth of love.
For those who suffer and endure There is God's mercy ever sure; And patience wins a fairer crown Than worldly honor or renown.
Not in the mansion reared in pride Doth happiness alone abide; For oft the palace knoweth not The joys that bless a humble cot.
So count your blessings, one by one, At early morn and set of sun; And, like an incense, to the skies Your prayers of thankfulness shall rise.
Look for the love that heaven sends, The good that every soul intends: Thus you will learn the only way To keep a true Thanksgiving day.
— Arthur Lewis Tubbs.