The autumn-tide is atune to call forth thanksgiving from hearts throughout earth's northern zones; for it is at this season of the year that even the faithless “See our Father's hand once more
Reverse for us the plenteous horn
Of autumn, filled and running o'er
With fruit and flower and golden corn. “Once more the liberal year laughs out
O'er richer stores than gems of gold;
Once more, with harvest song and shout,
Is nature's bloodless triumph told. “O favors every year made new!
O gift with rain and sunshine sent!
The bounty overruns our due,
The fulness shames our discontent! “We shut our eyes, the flowers bloom on;
We murmur, but the corn-ears fill;
We choose the shadow, but the sun
That casts it shines behind us still.” And so it is with all God's blessings, spiritual as well as temporal. God through Christ pours upon us all the fulness of His riches in grace and mercy; but blind, selfish man, blind because selfish, sees them not, nor appreciates God's bounties. He who truly renders thanks and praise to God at all times, keeps open channel between himself and Heaven. In sorrow and want he will praise God for sympathy and help to endure. In plenty he will acknowledge God as the Giver. All is of Him. And while we thank Him for temporal blessings, we may also praise Him for the early and latter rain which is fitting sheaves for His gathering. The harvest is almost here. The Reaper soon will come.