THANKSGINING.

THANKSGINING.
By James Whitcomb Riley
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Let us be thankful-not only because
Hluce last our universal thanks were told,
We have grown greater in the world’s applause
And fortune’s newer smiles surpass the old-

But thankful for all things that come as alms
From out the open haud of Providence
The winter clouds and storms-the summer ealms-
The sleeplens dread-the drowse of indolence,

Let us be thankful thankful for the prayers
Whose gracious answers were long, long delayed,
That they might fall upon us unawaren,
And bless us, as in greater need we prayed.

Let us be thankful for the loyal hand
That love held out in welcome to our own,
When love and only love could understand
The need of touches we had never known.

Let us be thankful for the longing eye
That gave their secret to us as they wept,
Yet in return found, with a sweet surprise;
Love’s touch upon their lids, and, smiling, alent