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Show THANKSGIVING Thanksgiving! How the fancies troop, Through this glad reverie of mine Thanksgiving of my boyhood days That on the page of memory shine. And there was mother at her work The household lighted by her face; Ah, how she glorified the day And made a heaven of the place. The childrens laughter filled the room, x And all our hearts were light and gay ; Dad moved among us like a king And, smiling, watched us at our play. The savory smell of cooking food But tantalized our hunger more, And brother Bob and sister Ruth Would stealthily slip thru the door And, seeking mother, looked to her With wistful eyes that seemed to say "We're very hungry, mother, dear A bite and we shall run away". She fed their little hungry mouths, And smiled with such a tender sheer, I look upon Thanksgiving Day, The best in all the whole, round year. Then came the hour when her voice Would call us to the tempting board ; We ranged around the table white, . Each mind and palate in accord. And after blessing; oh, the things Prepared by mother's skillful hand The turkey of our native hills, The orange from a distant land; Rare cookies, cakes and rich mince pie That almost melted in the mouth ; Cream frozen in our northern snow, Pineapple from the tropic south. Plum pudding, savory and sweet, And nuts and honey and such things As grace the snowy table-cloth That servants spread before the kings. And when our hungry appetites . Were satisfied, we breathed a sigh, And saw the look of glad content In mother's clear and gentle eye. Oh. day. that shines on Mem'ry's page, With fadeless lustre, light the way That leads me back thru all the years To childhood's happy yesterdav. C. W. D. |