William Wordsworth on Thanksgiving
1770–1850 England
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And often, glad no more,
We wear a face of joy because
We have been glad of yore.
Bartlett's Familiar Quotations, 10th ed (1919)
I've heard of hearts unkind, kind deeds
With coldness still returning;
Alas! the gratitude of men
Hath oftener left me mourning.
Lyrical Ballads (1798)
Surprised by joy—impatient as the Wind.
She gave me eyes, she gave me ears;
And humble cares,and delicate fears;
A heart, the fountain of sweet tears;
And love, and thought, and joy.
Hail to thee, far above the rest
In joy of voice and pinion!
Thou, linnet! in thy green array,
Presiding spirit here to-day,
Dost lead the revels of the May;
And this is thy dominion.
Like an army defeated
The snow hath retreated,
And now doth fare ill
On the top of the bare hill;
The Ploughboy is whooping—anon—anon!
There's joy in the mountains:
There's life in the fountains;
Small clouds are sailing,
Blue sky prevailing;
The rain is over and gone.