Poem by Henry Van Dyke

Gratitude

”Do you give thanks for this? -- or that?” 
No, God be thanked
I am not grateful
In that cold, calculating way, with blessing ranked
As one, two, three, and four, -- that would be hateful. 

I only know that every day brings good above”
My poor deserving;
I only feel that, in the road of Life, true Love
Is leading me along and never swerving. 

Whatever gifts and mercies in my lot may fall,
I would not measure
As worth a certain price in praise, or great or small;
But take and use them all with simple pleasure. 

For when we gladly eat our daily bread, we bless
The Hand that feeds us;
And when we tread the road of Life in cheerfulness,
Our very heart-beats praise the Love that leads us.

1. The Gentle Traveller
2. Hesper
3. Patria
4. Storm-Music
5. Christ of Everywhere

Lucy Montgomery Gratitude ("I thank thee, friend, for the beautiful thought")

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