Daily Thanksgiving

I thank Thee, Lord, for daily things —
The song a little wild bird sings,
Misty asters on the hills,
Geraniums on windowsills,

For dewdrop jewels angels spill
When the dawn is cool and still,
For laughing child and romping pup,
For cold, sweet water in my cup,

First snowdrop, and fall wind’s caress,
A friend’s warm hand in time of stress,
For work to do, for rain and sun
And quiet rest when day is done,

For blue woodsmoke and firelit pane,
For surety spring will come again.
For each day’s sweets and eyes that see,
Father, I thank You, joyously.

by Beatrice Munro Wilson

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