THANKSGIVING

By Ella Wheeler Wilcox

Thanksgiving for the strong armed day,

That lifted war's red curse,

When Peace, that lordly little word,

Was uttered in a voice that stirred -

Yea, shook the Universe.

Thanksgiving for the Mighty Hour

That brimmed the Victor's cup,

When England signalled to the foe,

‘ The German flag must be brought low

And not again hauled up!’

Thanksgiving for the sea and air

Free from the Devil's might!

Thanksgiving that the human race

Can lift once more a rev'rent face,

And say,‘ God helps the Right.’

Thanksgiving for our men who came

In Heaven-protected ships,

The waning tide of hope to swell,

With‘ Lusitania’ and‘ Cavell’

As watchwords on their lips.

Thanksgiving that our splendid dead,

All radiant with youth,

Dwell near to us — there is no death.

Thanksgiving for the broad new faith

That helps us know this truth.