The year has turned its circle,
The seasons come and go.
The harvest all is gathered in
And chilly north winds blow.
Orchards have shared their treasures,
The fields, their yellow grain,
So open wide the doorway ---
Thanksgiving comes again!
Quote for TodayJohn Greenleaf Whittier
No longer forward nor behind
I look in hope or fear;
But, grateful, take the good I find,
The best of now and here.