That rimmed a purple cloud,
And sheets of olive green there spread,
While night puts on a shroud.

And in the east a moon that gleamed
With grey blue light and sheen,
On misty, drooping willow trees,
O fair and silent scene.

These are not half the things I see
On lovely nights and brilliant days,
It seems that hills and valleys wake
To make such holidays.




MORNING THANKSGIVING


We thank our God this Autumn day,
As birds are waking in the vale,
For health and strength to walk his way,
Let justice and peace prevail.
And for this food that's waiting here,
Now fill our hearts with faith and love;
And bless our loved ones far and near,
O God, our Father up above.