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For what are we thankful for? For this:
For the breath and the sunlight of life
For the love of the child, and the kiss
On the lips of the mother and wife.
For roses entwining,
For bud and for bloom,
And hopes that are shining
Like stars in the gloom.
For what are we thankful for? For this:
The strength and the patience of toil;
For ever the dreams that are bliss-
The hope of the seed in the soil.
For souls that are whiter
From day unto day;
And lives that are brighter
From going God's way.
For what are we thankful for? For all:
The sunlight-the shadow-the song;
The blossoms may wither and fall,
But the world moves in music along!
For simple, sweet living,
(Tis love that doth teach it)
A heaven forgiving
And faith that can reach it!
This poem is in the public domain.
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Frank Lebby Stanton (1857 - 1927) was born in Charleston, South Carolina. His father was a printer and when the Civil War disrupted Frank's education--he was 12--he decided to follow in his father's footsteps and began training as a printer. He worked at several small newspapers, gradually changing roles from printer to writer, and in 1889, joined the staff at the Atlanta Constitution, where he worked for the rest of his life as an editor and columnist. As one of America's most read columnists, Frank also wrote hundreds of poems, his work often compared to that of James Whitcomb Riley (who was a friend). In 1925, Frank was named Georgia's first Poet Laureate. This poem appears on his tombstone. Learn more about him here.
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