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And now said the Governor	A
gazing abroad on the piled up store	B
Of the sheaves that dotted the clearings	C
and covered the meadows o'er	A
Tis meet that we render praises	C
because of this yield of grain	D
Tis meet that the Lord of the harvest	E
be thanked for his sun and rain	D
	-
And therefore I William Bradford	F
by the grace of God today	G
And the franchise of this good people	H
Governor of Plymouth say	G
Through virtue of vested power	A
ye shall gather with one accord	I
And hold in the month of November	A
thanksgiving unto the Lord	I
	-
He hath granted us peace and plenty	J
and the quiet we've sought so long	K
He hath thwarted the wily savage	L
and kept him from wrack and wrong	K
And unto our feast the Sachem shall be bidden	M
that he may know	N
We worship his own Great Spirit	O
who maketh the harvests grow	N
	-
So shoulder your matchlocks masters	C
there is hunting of all degrees	C
And fishermen take your tackle	H
and scour for spoils the seas	C
And maidens and dames of Plymouth	P
your delicate crafts employ	Q
To honor our First Thanksgiving	R
and make it a feast of joy	Q
	-
We fail of the fruits and dainties	C
we fail of the old home cheer	S
Ah these are the lightest losses	C
mayhap that befall us here	T
But see in our open clearings	C
how golden the melons lie	U
Enrich them with sweets and spices	C
and give us the pumpkin pie	U
	-
So bravely the preparations went on	V
for the autumn feast	W
The deer and the bear were slaughtered	F
wild game from the greatest to least	W
Was heaped in the colony cabins	C
brown home brew served for wine	X
And the plum and the grape of the forest	E
for orange and peach and pine	X
	-
At length came the day appointed	Y
the snow had begun to fall	Z
But the clang from the meeting house belfry	J
rang merrily over all	Z
And summoned the folk Of Plymouth	P
who hastened with glad accord	I
To listen to Elder Brewster	A
as he fervently thanked the Lord	I
	-
In his seat sate Governor Bradford	F
men matrons and maidens fair	A2
Miles Standish and all his soldiers	C
with corselet and sword were there	A2
And sobbing and tears and gladness	C
had each in its turn the sway	G
For the grave of the sweet Rose Standish	B2
o'ershadowed Thanksgiving Day	G
	-
And when Massasoit the Sachem	C2
sate down with his hundred braves	C
And ate of the varied riches	C
of gardens and woods and waves	C
And looked on the granaried harvest	E
with a blow on his brawny chest	D2
He muttered The good Great Spirit	O
loves his white children best	D2

Margaret Junkin Preston

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