Thanksgiving

"(For Mrs. Henry Mills Alden)      I think that I shall never see      A poem lovely as a tree.      A tree whose hungry mouth is prest      Ag"

"(For Kenton)      An iron hand has stilled the throats         That throbbed with loud and rhythmic glee      And dammed the flood of silver not"

"Her lips' remark was:    "Oh, you kid!"      Her soul spoke thus (I know it did):      "O king of realms of endless joy,      My own, my gold"

"(For Sara Teasdale)      The lonely farm, the crowded street,         The palace and the slum,      Give welcome to my silent feet         As,"

"Here morning in the ploughman's songs is met     Ere yet one footstep shows in all the sky,     And twilight in the east, a doubt as yet,     S"

"The Text is taken from Percy's Reliques (1765), vol. i. p. 71, 'given from two MS. copies, transmitted from Scotland.' Herd had a very similar bal"