This piece encapsulates my thoughts and sentiments as we in the United States approach the Thanksgiving holiday.
Not sure who wrote it. Most references credit Ralph Waldo Emerson, including The Art Literature Readers: Book Two, a primer compiled by Frances Elizabeth Chutter and published by Atkinson, Mentzer and Company in 1905.
However, the Ralph Waldo Emerson Society states he is not the author.
Father in Heaven, We Thank Thee
For flowers that bloom about our feet,
For tender grass so fresh, so sweet,
For song of bird and hum of bee,
For all things fair we hear or see,
For blue of stream and blue of sky,
For pleasant shade of branches high,
For fragrant air and cooling breeze,
For beauty of the blooming trees.
For mother-love and father-care,
For brothers strong and sisters fair,
For love at home and here each day,
For guidance lest we go astray,
For this new morning with its light,
For rest and shelter of the night,
For health and food, for love and friends
For ev'ry thing His goodness sends,
Father in heaven, we thank Thee.
Thanks to Big A, little a for hosting this week's edition of Poetry Friday!
Friday, November 16, 2007
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3 comments:
Thank you Linda for the reminder of all the things we forget to be thankful for. And don't forget all of the wonderful books we read each day
This really ought to be a hymn!
J, ah yes ...
For classic tales of yesteryear,
For well writ stories of now and here
For illustrations bold and bright,
For books that keep us up all night,
Father in heaven, we thank Thee.
Tad, Great point, it would make a wonderful hymn. My favorite line is "for song of bird and hum of bee."
I love the way this piece evokes all the senses ... sight, sound, smell, touch, taste.
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