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Show THANKSGIVING This is the month of November Chill blow the winds o'er the lea Causing each bright glowing ember AH the more cheerful to be. Each to his fireside returning Songs of "Sweet Home" there to sing Freed from all trouble and yearning What joys Thanksgiving will bring. Youth while encompassed with pleasure Add to the joy that you hold Lighten some burden a measure Warm some poor heart that is cold. Thus to our God, we, the debtor The richest of tribute may pay Helping the world to grow better Teach one best how to pray. Mrs. R. L. Ashby. - |