Volume XXIl1. A Grace for Thanksgiving By Wilbur D. Nesbit HOW us the way to see the good That comes into our lives each day, The blessings dimly understood That gives us cheer ‘along the way. Give us content, with gold and gear— Though much or little we possess— Let us be glad for what is here On this, our day of thankfulness. But broaden, too, the soul and mind So that our thanks will not be found By custom’s rule and rote confined | Within this one day’s narrow bound. Let us be glad for early rain That bids the flowers wake and creep, Let us be glad for snowy plain That holds them in their winter sleep. Let us remember each kind word By weight of goodly feeling blest— Each gentle thing we’ve said or heard— And blot from memory the rest. Give us the grace to see and know The benefits along the way— The many things that help us so. Let us be thankful every day. November, 1921.