An Ode To Thanksgiving Day

We hail thee, blest Thanksgiving Day,

     Thou art our yearly friend;

We hope and pray thy mem’ry way

     Be carried to the end.

We put aside all toil and care

     That we may spend with thee

More hours in grateful song and prayer,

     And bless our liberty.

And, too, we praise the Heavenly hand

     Which guided safely o’er

That weary, wand’ring pilgrim band,

     To Plymouth’s verdant shore.

O, God, we are but pilgrims here,

     And need thy guidance, too,

While crossing o’er life’s stream so drear

     To shores beyond the blue.

Nov. 11, ‘90