Thanksgiving by Zion's Herald

Pacific Press Publishing Association · Mountain View, California · Nov 26, 1912

FromSigns of the Times, Vol. 39, No. 46.

Thanksgiving

By Zion's Herald

It was years and years ago, Mid the winter's ice and snow, That our sturdy old forefathers kept the first Thanksgiving Day; What tho hearts were sorely tried! What tho half of them had died! "Let us make a feast together, and give thanks to God," said they.

How the wilderness stretched round, Without limit, without bound, Filled with beasts of prey, and savages who lurked to do them harm! How the gray waves, lashed with foam, Tossed between them and their home! Stout of heart, they never faltered, safe in God's protecting arm.

And they labored and contested, Till from forest gloom they wrested Game and fowl in great abundance, fit to grace the festive board. And the snarling sea they plundered, While its breakers roared and thundered, For the fish to flank the wild fowl and the harvest's gathered hoard.

Then they sang, with souls uplifted, Till the gloomy skies seemed rifted, And heaven's glory shone upon them, filling all their hearts with cheer. Let us read Time's yellow pages For this story of the ages, And like them, in grateful praises sing the harvest of the year. —Zion's Herald.