THANKSGIVING by Mrs. Susan Birdsall Roberts

Pacific Press Publishing Company · Mountain View, California · Feb 8, 1905

THANKSGIVING.

By Mrs. Susan Birdsall Roberts

BY MRS. SUSAN BIRDSALL ROBERTS.

We will not sing of the "beautiful snow," As it kisses the lips of the sea; We will not sing of the coming spring As she gaily trips o'er the lea; Of the flowers of May, and the roundelay Of the bee, or the robin's wing.

A song more meet, for the flying feet Bound for eternity's shore; A song of praise in grateful lays, While the heart leaps up to adore The Hand above, that drops in love The manna for all our store.

We will sing of the glorious sun that is given To this beautiful world of ours; 'Twas given to ripen the corn and grain Not less than to color the flowers; We'll sing of the timely rain that distills To gladden the pastures, and leap from the hills.

We'll sing of the blessings we never can count, That no pencil or tongue can portray; The blessings of health, of home, and its wealth, The smiles and the loves of to-day. These seldom we prize till they fade from our eyes, With the oarsman, whose ensign is stealth.

Elmira, N. Y.