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THANKSGIVING.

On, men ! grown sick with toil and oare, Leave for a while the crowded mart ; Oh, women ! sinking with dospair, Weary of limb and faint of heart, Forget your cares to-day, and come As children baok to childhood's home!

Follow again the winding rills ; Go to the places where you went, When, climbing up the summer hills, In their green lap you sat, content; And softly leaned your head to rest On Nature's calm and peaceful breast.

Walk through the lore and fading wood, So lightly trodden by your feet, When all you knew of life was good, And all you dreamed of life was sweet, And let fond memory lead you back, O'er youthful love's enchanted traok.

Taste the ripe fruit of orohard boughs, Drink from the moasy well onoe more; Breath fragrance from the orowded mows, With fresh, sweet clover running o'er ; said count the treasures at your feet, Of silver rye and golden wheat.

Go s : .t beside the hearth again, Whose oirole onoe was glad and gay; And if from out the precious ohain Some shining links have dropped away, Then guard with tenderer heart and hand The remnant of your household band.

Draw near the board with plenty spread, And if in the accustomed place You see the father's reverent head, Or mother's patient, loving face; Whate'er your life may have of ill, Thank God that these are left you still. And though where home hath been you stand To-day in alien loneliness ; Though you may clasp no brother's hand, And claim no sister's tender kiss ; Though with no friend or lover nigh, The past is all your company—

Thank God for friends your life has known, For every dear, departed day, The blessed past is safe alone— God giveß, but does not take away ; He only safely keeps above For us the treasures that we love.

' Did you receive my card. Mrs O. ?' ' Oh, yes,' replied Mrs 0.,' and I have been expeoting to return your call, but this is one of the terrible things I always keep putting off.' Mrs B. looks pleastd, but the doesn't feel that way.

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Bibliographic details

Globe, Volume XXIV, Issue 2490, 30 March 1882, Page 3

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357

THANKSGIVING. Globe, Volume XXIV, Issue 2490, 30 March 1882, Page 3

THANKSGIVING. Globe, Volume XXIV, Issue 2490, 30 March 1882, Page 3

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