George Willis Cooke, comp. The Poets of Transcendentalism: An Anthology. 1903.
ThanksgivingEliza Scudder (18211896)
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Where sacred song and ordered prayer
Wait the unveiling of Thy face,
And seek Thy angels’ joys to share;
For wisdom dropping as the dew,
For Thy great Word in lines of light,
Made visible to mortal view;
For fair faint twilight’s lingering ray,
For forest’s and for field’s adorning,
And the wild ocean’s ceaseless play;
Flashing enchantment on the sight;
For radiance on familiar faces
As they passed upward into light;
For work and rest, for friends and home,
For the great gifts of thought and reason,—
To praise and bless Thee, Lord, we come.
For bitter hail and blighting frost,
For high hopes on the low earth trailing,
For sweet joys missed, for pure aims crost;
And e’en for hidings of Thy face,—
For these Thy heralds of salvation,
Thy means and messengers of grace.
With worship passing thought or speech,
Of Thy dear love we hail each token,
And give Thee humble thanks for each.
Now quenched in mist, now glimmering far
Above our living and our dying,
Hangs high in Heaven one beckoning star.
Of all Thy mercies flowing free,
Crown of them all, that hope of glory,
Of growing ever nearer Thee.