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Show Thanksgiving Iay. Thanksgiving day. Lift up your eis, my dear. Your eyes so tendpr and so sunshine clear, Tuat now the heavy cuninj? lashes sweep, KeVeal to me the hopes that haply steep Within their depths; the day so prized is near. Lift up your eyes, my darling, without fear (Their silent messAge my quick heart will hear), Aud say if 1 with a new joy may keep Thanksgiving day What though tbe reaped fields are brown and sere. One glance can fill my world with happy cheer O gracious eyes! O little hands that creep To mine! O harvest that my life shall reap ' Ye ako tor me of all tho whole round year Thanksgiving day. Carlotta Perry in Harper's Bazar. |