by George Henry Boughton, 1833 - 1905
Anglo-American Painter
Minnesota Thanksgiving
For that free Grace bringing us past great risks
& thro' great griefs surviving to this feast
sober & still, with the children unborn and born,
among brave friends, Lord, we stand again in debt
and find ourselves in the glad position: Gratitude.
We praise our ancestors who delivered us here
within warm walls all safe, aware of music,
likely toward ample & attractive meat
with whatever accompaniment
Kate in her kind ingenuity has seen fit to devise,
and we hope - across the most strange year to come -
continually to do them and You not sufficient honour
but such as we become able to devise
out of decent or joyful conscience & thanksgiving.
Yippee!
Bless then, as Thou wilt, this wilderness board.
by John Berryman, 1914 - 1972
American Poet
by Frontier Ironworks
https://www.facebook.com/ed.tourangeau.7/posts/10223674747912290
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Here we sit as evening falls
Like old horses in their stalls
Thank you Father that you bless
Us with food and an address
And the comfort of your hand
In this great and blessed land.
Look around at each dear face,
And keep each one in your good grace.
We think of those who went before,
And wish we could have loved them more.
Grant to us a cheerful heart
Knowing we must soon depart
To that far land to be with them.
And now let’s eat. Praise God.
Amen.
Ed Tourangeau:
I got the Grace from Prairie Home Companion and we've used it most Thanksgivings since then.
https://www.newyorker.com/magazine/1990/12/03/short-and-sweet
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