Thanksgiving
"Thanksgiving-day will soon be here;
Hurrah!" cries Curly-pate,
The gladdest day of all the year,
And I can hardly wait.
For then we go to grandmamma's,
And have a right good time;
We race and run, and have such fun,
I tell you it is prime.
"HE doeth all things well,"
The clouds and sunshine
Alike are needful to the springing flowers;
E'en so have joy and sorrow each a lesson
Of heavenly wisdom for these hearts of ours.