My Thanksgiving

The clouda hung low the livelong dsy, I could not see their silver lining, And out of soine deep, rankling pain My heart was heavy with repming; Thebird within its gilded cage Brought dreams of happy days departed, A prisoned 'plaint ia every note Smoto memory till the tear-drops started. My psalm of lifo was out of tune, lts minor chords were full of sadness, Nor could I reach the upper height, The sunlit hills of joy and gladness; The splendor of long vanished days Mocked the dead calm of things around me, The broken chains of faithless love Seemed stronger than the ties that bound ma. Oh, bitter ashes of dead faith, That sprinkle every af ter altar, The echoes of a lost love's wraith That make its sweet renewals f alter. I know why all the weary day My heart could utter no Thanksgivine, And why the anguish of life's fret Had made it seem not worth the living. And yet, dear hands that clasp my om, Fond eyes that teil me tender stories, t would forget life's bitter draughts Forwhat you give me of lts glories. Kow in the twilight of the day I hfiar a song of happy measures, And no I kneel low in the dust And thank the Giver of my treasures.