Saviodsilva


(Mary) Eleanor Harbeck Gaylord
Poem

Thanksgiving

The trees stand open to the sky,
Their leaves have blown away.
The clouds are thick and dark and high;
It is Thanksgiving Day!

The day is solemn out of doors,
But I am gay within.
A song of praise within me soars;
And I give thanks to HIM!


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