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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=416760" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Thanksgiving</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=416760" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Let us be thankful--not only because<br>Since last our universal thanks were told<br>We have grown greater in the world's applause,<br>And fortune's newer smiles surpass the old--</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=416760" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">But thankful for all things that come as alms<br>From out the open hand of Providence:--<br>The winter clouds and storms---the summer calms--<br>The sleepless dread--the drowse of indolence.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=416760" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Let us be thankful--thankful for the prayers<br>Whose gracious answers were long, long delayed,<br>That they might fall upon us unawares,<br>And bless us, as in greater need, we prayed.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=416760" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Let us be thankful for the loyal hand<br>That love held out in welcome to our own,<br>When love and only love could understand<br>The need of touches we had never known.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=416760" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Let us be thankful for the longing eyes<br>That gave their secret to us as they wept,<br>Yet in return found, with a sweet surprise,<br>Love's touch upon their lids, and, smiling, slept.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=416760" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">And let us, too, be thankful that the tears<br>Of sorrow have not all been drained away,<br>That through them still, for all the coming years,<br>We may look on the dead face of To-day.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><a href="http://poems.citatepedia.com/">poem</a> by <strong><a rel="author" href="http://authors.citatepedia.com/by.php?a=James+Whitcomb+Riley">James Whitcomb Riley</a></strong></div>

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