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A THANKSGIVING.

FOR the wealth of pathless forests,
 Whereon no axe may fall;
For the winds that haunt the branches;
 The young bird's timid call;
For the red leaves dropped like rubies
 Upon the dark green sod;
For the waving of the forests,
 I thank thee, O my God!

For the sound of waters gushing
 In bubbling beads of light;
For the fleets of snow-white lilies
 Firm-anchored out of sight;
For the reeds among the eddies;
 The crystal on the clod;
For the flowing of the rivers,
 I thank Thee, O my God!