Thanksgiving. A Poem

LITTLE PROBLEMS OF MARRIED LIFE 57 the constancy, the unchanging devotion, the singleness of heart and purpose is likely to keep him truer and more steadfast as a husband. She should safeguard his real friends as though they were her own and they should be welcomed to the home. She should feel their union must add to the possibilities and powers of his living, not subtract. She should determine that he shall, because of her, lose nothing of the sweetness, strength, sentiment and satisfaction of life that does not detract from her rights, her absoluteness, her dignity and her peace of mind. Throwing overboard the old friends may prove unwise policy in the voyage of the ship of matrimony. The wife who determines to secure monopoly of one, will finally get only — monotony for two. ["The Spectre of Constant Jealousy" will be discussed in the next chapter.] Thanksgiving. We thank thee, Lord, for every sun That rises o'er the hill; And when his pilgrimage is done At night, we thank thee still. On meadow, hill, and silver lake, Thy touch is so sublime, It makes our very souls awake To thank thee all the time. We thank thee for our peaceful homes, And far-extending crops; Our commonwealth of towers and domes Among the mountain tops. We thank thee for the light that breaks Upon the paths of men; For every nation slowly wakes To follow thee again. Theodore E. Curtis