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Show c Call the Corn t Blow, O Horn ot Plenty, blowl Call the corn from crib and row; Coll the corn and bid It be B&nlaher 'of mticryl Tell the corn to Journey far, Find where hungry ohllJrcn are; Find where oyei of sorrow aUra Into larders cold and bare. Blow, O Horn of Plenty, blowl Mako our thankful heart to know Just how sweet It la to dwell In tills land ot All-goes-well. Land where, If one field denloa. We need only turn our eyes To another, there to And Qod haa been juat doubly kind. Blow, O Horn of Plenty, blcwl Those a-hunger aoon must know That, though they have been denied. We will seen them eatlafled. From a thousand fartllo farms, . Borne by sturdy yeoman arms. Will go gifts In such great ehare .Hunger cannot linger there. Blow, O Horn of Plenty, blowl Call the corn from crib and row; Call the corn and bid It be Banteher of misery) Then a stricken land will bless American unselfishness; Then a still, small voice will sayi "Truly tl Thanksgiving day I" William Horschel. In the Indtanapolte New. |