Article November 23, 1929 Issue

There is such music in the word "Thanksgiving"! It stirs...

Amy Campbell—Toronto, Ontario, Canada

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There is such music in the word "Thanksgiving"! It stirs notes of old strains, present singing, and future chords in the very naming of it. The endless gladness of the psalms threads like a golden anthem of lovely phrases through our thoughts all the year, and then the time of special inventory of blessings comes with such consciousness of beauty and goodness that has followed us all our days, that we gather up a gracious harvest of appreciation to the Giver of all good with yearning to leave nothing unnamed.

Only as instant gratefulness crowds the heart throughout the year with the coming of all beauty, help, and comfort, does there attend the Thanksgiving season a glow that is familiar and sweet. Then the gladness of the heart would crowd all into perfect words of imperishable meaning, and thrust them humbly into the great Presence, whence "all blessings flow."

But with no sense of occasion, no thought of feasting and celebration, does thankfulness reach its height of giving. It has been born a moment at a time as the hours went by of the year's span. The grateful heart keeps its knowledge of a beautiful guidance that has been made mention of with every thought, whether spoken in prayer or made part of the mind's garden in busy hours.

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