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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=384591" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Thanksgiving</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">We walk on starry fields of white <br>And do not see the daisies; <br>For blessings common in our sight <br>We rarely offer praises. <br>We sigh for some supreme delight <br>To crown our lives with splendor, <br>And quite ignore our daily store <br>Of pleasures sweet and tender.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Our cares are bold and push their way <br>Upon our thought and feeling. <br>They hang about us all the day, <br>Our time from pleasure stealing. <br>So unobtrusive many a joy <br>We pass by and forget it, <br>But worry strives to own our lives <br>And conquers if we let it.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">There's not a day in all the year <br>But holds some hidden pleasure, <br>And looking back, joys oft appear <br>To brim the past's wide measure.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But blessings are like friends, I hold, <br>Who love and labor near us. <br>We ought to raise our notes of praise <br>While living hearts can hear us.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Full many a blessing wears the guise <br>Of worry or of trouble. <br>Farseeing is the soul and wise <br>Who knows the mask is double. <br>But he who has the faith and strength <br>To thank his God for sorrow <br>Has found a joy without alloy <br>To gladden every morrow.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">We ought to make the moments notes <br>Of happy, glad Thanksgiving; <br>The hours and days a silent phrase <br>Of music we are living. <br>And so the theme should swell and grow <br>As weeks and months pass o'er us, <br>And rise sublime at this good time, <br>A grand Thanksgiving chorus.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Ella+Wheeler+Wilcox">Ella Wheeler Wilcox</a><div class=q>
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And do not see the daisies; 
For blessings common in our sight 
We rarely offer praises. 
We sigh for some supreme delight 
To crown our lives with splendor, 
And quite ignore our daily store 
Of pleasures sweet ..."></div>
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