We stroll on starry fields of white
Also, don't see the daisies;
For favors normal in our sight
We once in a while offer commendations.
We murmur for some preeminent pleasure
To crown our lives with quality,
Also, very overlook our every day store
Of joys sweet and delicate.
Our considerations are strong and push their direction
Upon our idea and feeling.
They hang about every one of us the day,
Our time from joy taking.
So inconspicuous numerous a delight
We go by and overlook it,
Yet, stress endeavors to possess our lives
Also, vanquishs on the off chance that we give it a chance to.
There's not a day in all the year
Be that as it may, holds some concealed joy,
Also, thinking back, delights oft show up
To overflow the past's wide gauge.
Be that as it may, endowments are similar to companions, I hold,
Who love and work close us.
We should raise our notes of commendation
While living hearts can hear us.
Full numerous a gift wears the pretense
Of stress or of inconvenience.
Farseeing is the spirit and savvy
Who knows the cover is twofold.
However, he who has the confidence and quality
To thank his God for distress
Has discovered a delight without amalgam
To cheer each morrow.
We should make the minutes notes
Of content, happy Thanksgiving;
The hours and days a quiet expression
Of music we are living.
Thus the topic ought to swell and develop
As weeks and months pass o'er us,
Also, rise grand at this great time,
A fabulous Thanksgiving ensemble.