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Cowboy True’s Christmas Adventure.
The following Thanksgiving poem was written by a rancher’s wife in Pinedale, Wyoming in 1905.
Thanks be to Thee, 0 God ! Not that Thou set the darkened sky with light. Of countless stars, framed in solemnity — But that some soul who suffers in the night. Sees one star through the window’s little pane. And, by that gleam of hope, first prays to Thee. Thanks be to Thee, O God ! For throbbing music which the world’s voice thrills;
But most for melody which sings, alone. The bird in deepest wood-—or song that stills. A child to sleep, far from the grand refrain
Of Fame’s great chorus, chanting tunes well known. Thanks be to Thee, O God ! For wondrous beauty which Thou gave the earth,
But most for loveliness in baron sod; A green spot in the parched grass—the birth. Of some pure, saintly life not lived in vain. In haunts of wickedness which know not God. Thanks be to Thee, O God !
For Autumn harvest men have toiled to reap; For love, for home, for laughter through our tears, But most of all for seeds which, in the sleep Of Winter, wait for sun and Spring-time rain, holding potential growth for coming years.
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Cowboy True’s Christmas Adventure.
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