Here, a little child I stand, Heaving up my either hand: Cold as paddocks though they be, Here I lift them up to Thee, For a benison to fall On our meat, and on us all. Amen.

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Poems by This Author

Corinna's Going a-Maying by Robert Herrick Get up, get up for shame! The blooming morn Delight in Disorder by Robert Herrick A sweet disorder in the dresse The Argument of His Book by Robert Herrick I sing of brooks, of blossoms, birds, and bowers, The Hag by Robert Herrick The Hag is astride To Anthea Who May Command Him Any Thing by Robert Herrick Bid me to live, and I will live To Blossoms by Robert Herrick Fair pledges of a fruitful tree, To Electra by Robert Herrick I dare not ask to kiss To Sylvia, To Wed by Robert Herrick Let us, though late, at last, my Silvia, wed To the Virgins, to Make Much of Time by Robert Herrick Gather ye rosebuds while ye may, Upon Julia's Clothes by Robert Herrick Whenas in silks my Julia goes Upon Shark by Robert Herrick Shark, when he goes to any publick feast

Further Reading

Poems for Thanksgiving América by Richard Blanco Eternity by William Blake Fire Dreams by Carl Sandburg Mass for the Day of St. Thomas Didymus [excerpt] by Denise Levertov One day is there of the series by Emily Dickinson Signs of the Times by Paul Laurence Dunbar Te Deum by Charles Reznikoff Thanksgiving by Edgar Guest Thanksgiving Day by Lydia Maria Child Thanksgiving Letter from Harry by Carl Dennis The Culture of Glass by Thylias Moss The Harvest Moon by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow The Pumpkin by John Greenleaf Whittier The Thanksgivings by Harriet Maxwell Converse The Transparent Man by Anthony Hecht