<html><head><meta http-equiv="content-type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"></head><body dir="auto"><div><div><b>“Thanksgiving” </b>by Ella Wheeler Wilcox</div><div><br></div><div>We walk on starry fields of white</div><div>And do not see the daisies;</div><div>For blessings common in our sight</div><div>We rarely offer praises.</div><div>We sigh for some supreme delight</div><div>To crown our lives with splendor,</div><div>And quite ignore our daily store</div><div>Of pleasures sweet and tender.</div><div><br></div><div>Our cares are bold and push their way</div><div>Upon our thought and feeling.</div><div>They hang about us all the day,</div><div>Our time from pleasure stealing.</div><div>So unobtrusive many a joy</div><div>We pass by and forget it,</div><div>But worry strives to own our lives</div><div>And conquers if we let it.</div><div><br></div><div>There's not a day in all the year</div><div>But holds some hidden pleasure,</div><div>And looking back, joys oft appear</div><div>To brim the past's wide measure.</div><div><br></div><div>But blessings are like friends, I hold,</div><div>Who love and labor near us.</div><div>We ought to raise our notes of praise</div><div>While living hearts can hear us.</div><div><br></div><div>Full many a blessing wears the guise</div><div>Of worry or of trouble.</div><div>Farseeing is the soul and wise</div><div>Who knows the mask is double.</div><div>But he who has the faith and strength</div><div>To thank his God for sorrow</div><div>Has found a joy without alloy</div><div>To gladden every morrow.</div><div><br></div><div>We ought to make the moments notes</div><div>Of happy, glad Thanksgiving;</div><div>The hours and days a silent phrase</div><div>Of music we are living.</div><div>And so the theme should swell and grow</div><div>As weeks and months pass o'er us,</div><div>And rise sublime at this good time,</div><div>A grand Thanksgiving chorus.</div></div><div><br></div>———————————————<br><br><div><div><span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Seeya 'round town, Moscow, because . . .</span></div><div><span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><br></span></div><div><span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">"Moscow Cares" (the most fun you can have with your pants on)</span></div><div><a href="http://www.moscowcares.com/" style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><font color="#000000">http://www.MoscowCares.com</font></a></div><div><span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"> </span></div><div><div><span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Tom Hansen</span></div><div><span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Moscow, Idaho</span></div></div><div> </div></div></body></html>