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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=420890" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>A Thanksgiving</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=420890" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Lord, in this dust Thy sovereign voice <br> First quicken'd love divine; <br>I am all Thine,—Thy care and choice, <br> My very praise is Thine. </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=420890" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">I praise Thee, while Thy providence <br> In childhood frail I trace, <br>For blessings given, ere dawning sense <br> Could seek or scan Thy grace; </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=420890" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Blessings in boyhood's marvelling hour, <br> Bright dreams, and fancyings strange; <br>Blessings, when reason's awful power <br> Gave thought a bolder range; {46} </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=420890" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Blessings of friends, which to my door <br> Unask'd, unhoped, have come; <br>And, choicer still, a countless store <br> Of eager smiles at home. </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=420890" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Yet, Lord, in memory's fondest place <br> I shrine those seasons sad, <br>When, looking up, I saw Thy face <br> In kind austereness clad. </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=420890" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">I would not miss one sigh or tear, <br> Heart-pang, or throbbing brow; <br>Sweet was the chastisement severe, <br> And sweet its memory now. </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=420890" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Yes! let the fragrant scars abide, <br> Love-tokens in Thy stead, <br>Faint shadows of the spear-pierced side <br> And thorn-encompass'd head. </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=420890" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">And such Thy tender force be still, <br> When self would swerve or stray, <br>Shaping to truth the froward will <br> Along Thy narrow way. {47} </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=420890" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Deny me wealth; far, far remove <br> The lure of power or name; <br>Hope thrives in straits, in weakness love, <br> And faith in this world's shame.</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=John+Henry+Newman">John Henry Newman</a></strong></div>

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