Poems (Prescott)/Thanksgiving

by Mary Newmarch Prescott

For works with similar titles, see Thanksgiving.

THANKSGIVING

Let us thank Him for the rose
 Which the summer season lends;
For each blade of grass that grows,
 And the sunshine that He sends;

For the daisies' drift of snow,
 And the sunflowers' golden shields;
For the strawberry-plants that sow
 Small white stars throughout the fields

For the thistle's purple crown,
 And the hawkweed's yellow hood;
For the crocus in its gown,
 And the wild bird in the wood;

For the milkweed, spilling out
 All its hoard of silken skeins;
For the brooks that sing and shout
 Louder after heavy rains;

For the stars that nightly rise,
 All the heavens brimming;
For the rainbow in the skies,
 And the crickets' hymning.

Thank Him for the red leaf's glow,
 For the vine's increase,
For the promise of the snow,
 And the wide world's lease!