Thanksgiving Day - Thomas Frederick Young

Thanksgiving Day, By Thomas Frederick YoungGod of the harvest, once againOur joyful tones we raise,For all Thy goodness, day by day,We give Thee thankful praise.With blessings rich, from fertile field,And gifts from fruitful tree,We wish, this day, our thanks to yieldWith earnest hearts, to Thee.We plough'd the ground, we sow'd the seed,But Thou didst send the rainIn grateful show'rs, in time of need,And now we've reap'd the grain.The sun with grateful heat did shine;The dew did nightly fall;And now, for loaded tree and vine -We give Thee thanks for all.The bee, in well-fill'd honey cells,Her sweets for us hath stow'd,The crystal water in the wells,For us from springs hath flow'd.The lowing herd, the prancing steedReceiv'd we from Thy hand,And we, this day, return our meedOf praise, throughout the land.Then let us sing with earnest hearts,       Tho' joyful be each lay,And thankful ev'ry song that startsOn this Thanksgiving Day.Poems are green and Poetry is mean. -Poetry Beast Please accept my endless gratitude,I'm tickled pink,You're a gift!Thank you for your time and attention.It's a blessing you've stopped to observe and listen.ADDITIONAL INFO: @thebaldheadedpoet | Linktree

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