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Show Thanksgiving 1896 By Joaquin Miller Thank God for high, white holy Truth, To feed the world instead of sham; Lo, laden, patient, lowly Ruth! Lo, Abram's sacrificial ram! Thank God for Abram's faith of old; Thank God for man's faith in God's plan. But thank God most and manifold 1 For man's great growing faith in man. I We round up, up; round! on and on I As rounding eagles rise and rise! I The darkest hours ushers dawn, And dawn is dashing up the skies! E Thank God for light, God's face is light; The light of Truth, cf faith in kind The light of Love, the light of Right, The blind no more may lead the blind. Just Truth and Faith and steady Light, And mad sensation is no more; The fakir folds his tent of night And finds his dim Plutoiran shore. . The people live, the people love, The people are once more divine; Put forth thy hand, receive the dove, Descend and taste the corn and wine. Thank God so much for laden Ruth, For plenty pouredl from pole to pole; But thank God most for Faith and Truth, For meats that feed the famished soul For light wherewith to know to feed, For Light, for God's face far and near; For love that knoweth not lust nor greed, For faith that calmly smiles at fear. |
