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Happy Thanksgiving from Our Family to Yours - A Poem of Thanks

On the American Thanksgiving last year I shared a touching poem which was memorized and recited by my son Joshua that had the effect of causing our family to reflect on and give thanks for all our blessings from the Lord.  Many readers appreciated it, and in case you missed it you can read it here:
http://www.lifesitenews.com/ldn/2006/nov/06112303.html

With the Canadian Thanksgiving this Monday, I thought I'd share another poem which my daughter Hannah recently memorized and recited publicly. 

The poem by Ethyl Lynn Beers was particularly special in our case as we, like the storied family, have seven children. It is a good reminder of what's important in life, and that we truly have much to be thankful for.

To our Canadian readers - Happy Thanksgiving!

John-Henry Westen
Editor
LifeSiteNews.com

Which Shall It Be?

WHICH shall it be? Which shall it be?
I look'd at John--John look'd at me
(Dear, patient John, who loves me yet
As well as though my locks were jet);
And when I found that I must speak,
My voice seem'd strangely low and weak:
"Tell me again what Robert said?''
And then I, listening, bent my head.
"This is his letter:

                     "'I will give
A house and land while you shall live,
If, in return, from out your seven,
One child to me for aye is given.'''
I look'd at John's old garments worn,
I thought of all that John had borne
Of poverty, and work, and care,
Which I, though willing, could not share;
I thought of seven mouths to feed,
Of seven little children's need,
And then of this.

                     "Come, John,'' said I,
"We'll choose among them as they lie
Asleep''; so, walking hand in hand,
Dear John and I survey'd our band.
First to the cradle lightly stepp'd,
Where Lilian the baby slept,
A glory 'gainst the pillow white.
Softly the father stooped to lay
His rough hand down in loving way,
When dream or whisper made her stir,
And huskily he said: "Not her!''

We stopped beside the trundle-bed
And one long ray of lamp-light shed
Athwart the boyish faces there,
In sleep so pitiful and fair;
I saw on Jamie's rough, red cheek,
A tear undried. Ere John could speak,
"He's but a baby, too,'' said I,
And kissed him as we hurried by.

Pale, patient Robbie's angel face
Still in his sleep bore suffering's trace;
"No, for a thousand crowns, not him,''
He whispered, while our eyes were dim.

Poor Dick! bad Dick! our wayward son,
Turbulent, reckless, idle one--
Could he be spared? ``Nay, He who gave,
Bade us befriend him to the grave;
Only a mother's heart can be
Patient enough for such as he;
And so,'' said John, ``I would not dare
To send him from her bedside prayer.''

Then stole we softly up above
And knelt by Mary, child of love.
"Perhaps for her 'twould better be,''
I said to John, Quite silently
He lifted up a curl that lay
Across her cheek in willful way,
And shook his head, ``Nay, love, not thee,''
The while my heart beat audibly.

Only one more, our eldest lad,
Trusty and truthful, good and glad--
So like his father. "No, John, no--
I can not, will not let him go.''

And so we wrote in courteous way,
We could not drive one child away,
And afterward, toil lighter seemed,
Thinking of that of which we dreamed;
Happy, in truth, that not one face
We missed from its accustomed place;
Thankful to work for all the seven,
Trusting the rest to One in heaven!

Ethyl Lynn Beers

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