A Housewife Thanksgiving
For these, please make me thankful, Lord:
The things that crowd my daily life,
The minor joy, the petty strife,
The constancy of daily chores,
My gleaming glass, my shining floors,
For grubby hands, and muddy feet,
And table with no empty seat
To make its plenty less.
For these, please make me thankful, Lord:
The homely things that fill my days,
The tuneless air the beggar plays,
A faithful dogs, a fireside cat,
The easy, friendly, back-fence chat,
For wine-sweet days, and wind-swept leaves,
And household where no member srieves
At wearing last year’s dress.
For all these must I ask thy aid, O Lord,
That thou wouldst make the thankful prayers to start
But for the love which binds me to my day
I’m on my knees with overflowing heart.
