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Edgar Albert Guest

Edgar Albert Guest

Thanksgiving

For strength to face the battle’s might,
For men that dare to die for right,
For hearts above the lure of gold
And fortune’s soft and pleasant way,
For courage of our days of old,
Great God of All, we kneel and pray.
 
We thank Thee for our splendid youth.
Who fight for liberty and truth,
Within whose breasts there glows anew
The glory of the altar fires
Which our heroic fathers knew—
God make them worthy of their sires!
 
We thank Thee for our mothers fair
Who through the sorrows they must bear
Still smile, and give their hearts to woe,
Yet bravely heed the day’s command—
That mothers, yet to be, may know
A free and glorious motherland.
 
Oh, God, we thank Thee for the skies
Where our flag now in glory flies!
We thank Thee that no love of gain
Is leading us, but that we fight
To keep our banner free from stain
And that we die for what is right.
 
Oh, God, we thank Thee that we may
Lift up our eyes to Thee to-day;
We thank Thee we can face this test
With honor and a spotless name,
And that we serve a world distressed
Unselfishly and free from shame.

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