Once more that time is here–Thsnksgiving Day,
The blessed day the Pilgrim folk of old
Set up to thank their God in humble way;
Just grateful, they, for houses from the cold,
And food enough to keep up spirits bold!
Though little had they, found they then the time
To upward turn their eyes and prayers unfold:
What now is ours, still God’s is, every dime–
Let’s pause and thankful be to Him, the All-sublime!
“Lenore” — Finished 11-23-42
by Ray Romine Monday, November 23, 1942
