MY heart gives thanks for many things; <br />For strength to labor day by day, <br />For sleep that comes when darkness wings <br />With evening up the eastern way. <br />I give deep thanks that I'm at peace <br />With kith and kin and neighbors, too — <br />Dear Lord, for all last year's increase, <br />That helped me strive and hope and do. <br /> <br /> <br />My heart gives thanks for many things; <br />I know not how to name them all. <br />My soul is free from frets and stings, <br />My mind from creed and doctrine's thrall. <br />For sun and stars, for flowers and streams, <br />For work and hope and rest and play — <br />For empty moments given to dreams, <br />For these my hear gives thanks to-day.<br /><br />William Stanley Braithwaite<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/thanksgiving-49/
