Poem November 7, 1925 Issue

[Written for the Sentinel]

Thanksgiving

FANNIE I. S. WARDELL

Gladness fills the air,
Scent of autumn rare;
Russet leaves and gold
Fall in forests old.
Joyous time of year,
Harvest day is here.

Heart of mine is glad;
Once 't was torn and sad:
Glad for truth received;
Glad for love in need;
Glad for gift of life,
Love that stills earth's strife.

Wondrous are God's ways,
Meed of joy-filled days.
Fruits and garnered grain
Show life's growth and gain.
We are in His care;
Heaven is everywhere.

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