-L. M. Montgomery by L. M. Montgomery

Review and Herald Publishing Association · Takoma Park Station, Washington, D. C. · Apr 27, 1911

—L. M. Montgomery

By L. M. Montgomery

Gratitude

Dear God, I thank thee for the sweet, Fair hour of present happiness, Though sorrow close upon it press, And though its rainbow glow be fleet; From it I gather courage still For coming ill.

I thank thee for the pleasure found In little things,—the smiling eyes Of a dear friend; the rich surprise Of new-blown roses, morning-crowned; And for the beauty of the thought One rapt hour brought.

I thank thee for the priceless boon Of loyal, tried companionship,— A friend with smile of eye and lip With whom my heart may still commune, Whose hand-clasp hath a potency To strengthen me.

I thank thee for the touch of pain That seared away some selfish dross, And out of bitterness and loss Brought forth a loftier spirit gain,— A kinship with the sad and lone I had not known.