Thanksgiving Day, A Poem By Thomas Frederick Young

Thanksgiving Day

By Thomas Frederick Young

    God of the harvest, once again

     Our 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 yield

     With earnest hearts, to Thee.

    We plough'd the ground, we sow'd the seed,

     But Thou didst send the rain

    In 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 steed

     Receiv'd we from Thy hand,

    And we, this day, return our meed

     Of praise, throughout the land.

    Then let us sing with earnest hearts,

     Tho' joyful be each lay,

    And thankful ev'ry song that starts

     On this Thanksgiving Day.

This poem is found in public domain.

Tomorrow is the day we celebrate Thanksgiving Day, yet it is not the only day we show gratitude. Be thankful and glad.