Poem September 25, 1937 Issue

Thanksgiving

MARJORIE N. BUFFUM

Let me not miss one thought of love from Thee,
To scatter to my brethren far and wide.
What if the loaves and fishes do seem few?
Still, in Thine infinite largess we abide.

Taking the loaves and fishes we look up,
With gratitude and praise, our God, to Thee.
The scales of limited, short sight fall off; We see in every place Thy bounty free.

And so it is, in every age and clime,
Thy people, prophets, in the midst of dearth
May still look up and sing triumphant songs
For joy of the new heaven and new earth!

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