Show LET US GIVE TIIAXKS The goldenrod in wind blown sheaves stood bright Upon the hill in golden summer days hi The fragrant winds sang to the pines the woods Stretched their dark branches by the dust white road Within the orchards dim the fruited boughs fried Hung heaviness weighted with their own rich And grapes were gathering in their purple pur-ple globes I The suns warmth of countless September i sunsUntil the season waned Then when the stars like white rose petals pet-als dropped on shady streams Were drifting warmly in the cold blue skies A white frost spirit took his silent path Past field and fold oer fern clad rocks and glens And tenderly not roughly laid his hand Upon the merry brooks and stilled their songs Then through the silence passing wood and wold I He rims crowned deserted nests with silver Hung crystals on the naked boughs and I s Jstals The clinging vines until they blushed for shame I He saw a nation prosperous and at twicer He saw the farmers barns piled high I with sheaves And plenty everywhere The harvest feast is rich and bountiful in happy homes Let us remember blessings and give I thanks |