Mt. Pleasant Pyramid | 1923-11-09 | Page 2 | Our Thanksgiving

iiiiinniiminimimnnimiiinmnniMH i I Our Thanksgiving riiiiiiiiiiijiiiiiijiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiir; THANKS for the little things, dear Lord The baby's wavering smile. May's tiny shoes beneath her bed, Round arms upfiung about her head (She sleeping sweet the while). Thanks for the kindly things, dear Lord The kitchen's westward view. Rill's patience when the meals are late, The goldenrod beside the gate. The old cat's friendly mew. Thanks for the human things, dear Lord Bill's rough cheek on my arm. The funny dent In baby's nose. The backward way May's red hair grows Like her own perverse charm. The big things are Thy keeping. Lord Life. Truth and Love and Peace, But little, kindly, human things Are like the touch of angel wings. Whose blessings never cease. Margaret W. Jackson, in Farm Life.