Thanksgiving
My heart gives thanks for many things;
For strength to labor day by day,
For sleep that comes when darkness wings
With evening up the eastern way.
I give deep thanks that I’m at peace
With kith and kin and neighbors, too -
Dear Lord, for all last year’s increase,
That helped me strive and hope and do.
My heart gives thanks for many things;
I know not how to name them all.
My soul is free from frets and stings,
My mind from creed and doctrine’s thrall*.
For Sun and stars, for flowers and streams,
For work and hope and rest and play -
For empty moments given to dreams,
For these my heart gives thanks to-day.
by William Stanley Braithwaite
*thrall: the state of being in someone's power or having great power over someone.
My heart gives thanks for many things;
For strength to labor day by day,
For sleep that comes when darkness wings
With evening up the eastern way.
I give deep thanks that I’m at peace
With kith and kin and neighbors, too -
Dear Lord, for all last year’s increase,
That helped me strive and hope and do.
My heart gives thanks for many things;
I know not how to name them all.
My soul is free from frets and stings,
My mind from creed and doctrine’s thrall*.
For Sun and stars, for flowers and streams,
For work and hope and rest and play -
For empty moments given to dreams,
For these my heart gives thanks to-day.
by William Stanley Braithwaite
*thrall: the state of being in someone's power or having great power over someone.
