Happy Thanksgiving

These Things Shall Never Die

The Bright, The Pure, The Beautiful That stirr'd our Hearts in Youth
The Impulses to Wordless Prayer
The Dreams of Love and Truth
The Longing after somethings Lost
The Spirit's Yearning Cry
The Striving after better Hopes -
These Things Can Never Die.

The timid Hand stretched forth to Aid
a brother in his need
The kindly Word in Grief's Dark Hour
That Proves a Friend Indeed
The Plea of Mercy softly Breath'd
when Justice threathens nigh
The Sorrows of a Contrite Heart -
These Things Shall Never Die.

Let nothing pass, for every hand
Shall find some work to do
Lose not a chance to waken Love
Be Firm, and Just, and True
So shall a Light that never Fade
Shine on thee from on High
and Angel Voices say to Thee
These Things Shall Never Die.


I couldn't find a Thanksgiving poem that said what I really wanted to convey, so I've opted to post my favorite poem, written by Charles Dickens. I hope you and yours all have a happy Thanksgiving filled with lots of good memories and laughter.

For those who crave some naughty (and nice) Thanksgiving chuckles, check out the post directly below this one. Happy Thanksgiving!