"Thanksgiving-day will soon be here;

Hurrah!" cries Curly-pate, 

The gladdest day of all the year,

And I can hardly wait. 

For then we go to grandmamma's,

And have a right good time; 

We race and run, and have such fun,

I tell you it is prime.   

"HE doeth all things well,"

 The clouds and sunshine

Alike are needful to the springing flowers; 

E'en so have joy and sorrow each a lesson

Of heavenly wisdom for these hearts of ours.