Thanksgiving

by Ella Wheeler Wilcox (1901) — a poem card from Justes Mots

A small note for a person who never expected to be thanked, but should be.

We walk on starry fields of white
And do not see the daisies;
For blessings common in our sight
We rarely offer praises.
We sigh for some supreme delight
To crown our lives with splendor,
And quite ignore our daily store
Of pleasures sweet and tender.…

Themes: gratitude · friendship