"Do you give thanks for this? -- or that?" No, God be thanked I am not grateful In that cold, calculating way, with blessings ranked As one, two, three, and four, -- that would be hateful. I only know that every day brings good above My poor deserving; I only feel that in the road of Life true Love Is leading me along and never swerving. Whatever gifts and mercies to my lot may fall, I would not measure As worth a certain price in praise, or great or small; But take and use them all with simple pleasure. For when we gladly eat our daily bread, we bless The Hand that feeds us; And when we tread the road of Life in cheerfulness, Our very heart-beats praise the Love that leads us. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DOMESDAY BOOK: BARRETT BAYS by EDGAR LEE MASTERS 1914: 3. THE DEAD by RUPERT BROOKE TO MY SISTER by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH THE PRETTY REDHEAD by GUILLAUME APOLLINAIRE HYMN WRITTEN IN DESPONDENCY by ANN ELIZA BLEECKER ON CHRISTMAS EVE by ZOE KINCAID BROCKMAN THE WANDERER: 3. IN ENGLAND: THE DEATH OF KING HACON by EDWARD ROBERT BULWER-LYTTON |