<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=477592" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>A Thanksgiving Poem</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">The sun hath shed its kindly light,<br>Our harvesting is gladly o'er<br>Our fields have felt no killing blight,<br>Our bins are filled with goodly store.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">From pestilence, fire, flood, and sword<br>We have been spared by thy decree,<br>And now with humble hearts, O Lord,<br>We come to pay our thanks to thee.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">We feel that had our merits been<br>The measure of thy gifts to us,<br>We erring children, born of sin,<br>Might not now be rejoicing thus.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">No deed of ours hath brought us grace;<br>When thou were nigh our sight was dull,<br>We hid in trembling from thy face,<br>But thou, O God, wert merciful.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Thy mighty hand o'er all the land<br>Hath still been open to bestow<br>Those blessings which our wants demand<br>From heaven, whence all blessings flow.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Thou hast, with ever watchful eye,<br>Looked down on us with holy care,<br>And from thy storehouse in the sky<br>Hast scattered plenty everywhere.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then lift we up our songs of praise<br>To thee, O Father, good and kind;<br>To thee we consecrate our days;<br>Be thine the temple of each mind.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">With incense sweet our thanks ascend;<br>Before thy works our powers pall;<br>Though we should strive years without end,<br>We could not thank thee for them all.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Paul+Laurence+Dunbar">Paul Laurence Dunbar</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=477592" data-title="A Thanksgiving Poem de Paul Laurence Dunbar" data-description="The sun hath shed its kindly light, Our harvesting is gladly o'er Our fields have felt no killing blight, Our bins are filled with goodly store. From pestilence, fire, flood, and sword We have been spared by thy decree, And now with humble hearts..."></div> </div> </div>

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