By GEORGE PARSONS LATHROP
Valleys lay in sunny vapor,
Along with a radiance mild was shed
From each tree that they like a taper
In a feast was. Only then do we stated,
“Our feast, too, shall soon be spread,
And already still November
Drapes her snowy table here.
Fetch a log, then coax the ember
Fill your hearts with old-time cheer
Paradise be thanked for an additional pair year,
And our Thanksgiving poultry!
Welcome, siblings – all of our party
Collected within the homestead old!
Shake the snow off with hearty
Hands-shakes drive away the cold
Else your plate you’ll hardly hold
Of excellent Thanksgiving poultry.
Once the skies are sad and murky,
‘Tis a contented factor to satisfy
Round this homely roast of poultry –
Pilgrims, pausing simply to greet,
Then, with serious elegance, to consume
A brand new Thanksgiving poultry.
And also the merry feast is freighted
Using its meanings true and deep.
Individuals we’ve loved and individuals we’ve hated,
All, to-day, the rite could keep,
All, to-day, their dishes heap
With plump Thanksgiving poultry.
But the number of hearts must tingle
With mournful recollections!
Within the festal wine shall mingle
Unseen tears, possibly from eyes
That appear to be past the board where lies
Our plain Thanksgiving poultry.
See around us, drawing nearer,
Individuals faint yearning shapes of air –
Buddies than whom earth holds none dearer!
No – alas! they aren’t there:
They have, then, didn’t remember to talk about
Our good Thanksgiving poultry?
Some go away and tarried
Oddly lengthy by a few strange wave
Some have switched to enemies we transported
Some unto the pine-girt grave:
They ‘ll come forget about so wondrous-brave
To consider Thanksgiving poultry.
Nay, repine not. Let our laughter
Leap like firelight up again.
Soon we touch the wide Hereafter,
Snow-field yet untrod of males:
We could meet once again – so when? –
To consume Thanksgiving poultry.