Thankful poems
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Imitations of Horace: The First Epistle of the Second Book
© Alexander Pope
Though justly Greece her eldest sons admires,
Why should not we be wiser than our sires?
In ev'ry public virtue we excel:
We build, we paint, we sing, we dance as well,
And learned Athens to our art must stoop,
Could she behold us tumbling through a hoop.
Love Thy Neighbor
© Gary R. Ferris
It leads to peace, happiness, and long life too.
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Honor your father and mother all of your life,
Psalm 75
© Isaac Watts
To thee, most Holy and most High,
To thee we bring our thankful praise;
Thy works declare thy name is nigh,
Thy works of wonder and of grace.
Psalm 145
© Isaac Watts
My God, my King, thy various praise
Shall fill the remnant of my days;
Thy grace employ my humble tongue
Till death and glory raise the song.
Psalm 119 part 9
© Isaac Watts
Thy mercies fill the earth, O Lord;
How good thy works appear!
Open mine eyes to read thy word,
And see thy wonders there.
Psalm 113
© Isaac Watts
Ye that delight to serve the Lord,
The honors of his name record,
His sacred name for ever bless;
Where'er the circling sun displays
His rising beams, or setting rays,
Let lands and seas his power confess.
Psalm 107 part 3
© Isaac Watts
Vain man, on foolish pleasures bent,
Prepares for his own punishment;
What pains, what loathsome maladies,
From luxury and lust arise!
Hymn 85
© Isaac Watts
The Lord on high proclaims
His Godhead from his throne:
"Mercy and justice are the names
By which I will be known.
Hymn 70
© Isaac Watts
[Hark! the Redeemer from on high
Sweetly invites his fav'rites nigh;
From caves of darkness and of doubt,
He gently speaks, and calls us out.
Hymn 46
© Isaac Watts
Up to the Lord, that reigns on high,
And views the nations from afar,
Let everlasting praises fly,
And tell how large his bounties are.
Hymn 44 part 2
© Isaac Watts
Ane is this life prolonged to me?
Are days and seasons giv'n?
O let me, then, prepare to be
A fitter heir of heav'n.
Upon A Wasp Chilled With Cold
© Edward Taylor
The bear that breathes the northern blast
Did numb, torpedo-like, a wasp
Whose stiffened limbs encramped, lay bathing
In Sol's warm breath and shine as saving,
Escape is such a thankful Word
© Emily Dickinson
Escape is such a thankful Word
I often in the Night
Consider it unto myself
No spectacle in sight
Ezra on the Strike
© Ezra Pound
Wal, Thanksgivin' do be comin' round.
With the price of turkeys on the bound,
And coal, by gum! Thet were just found,
Is surely gettin' cheaper.
