Paul Laurence Dunbar writes: "The sun hath shed its kindly light, / Our harvesting is gladly o'er, / Our fields have felt no killing blight, / Our bins are filled with goodly store."
Rebecca Harding Davis writes: "On Thanksgiving morning a light flutter of snow fell on the woods and carpet of red leaves below. Jane stood at her window, looking into the bright, silent Heaven beyond."
Lydia Maria Child, Over the River and Through the Woods
and Louisa May Alcott's rendition on Thanksgiving.
Courtesy of
About.com Classic Literature
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