A NEW THANKSGIVING - Sara Teasdale Poems


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For war, plague, pestilence, flood, famine, fire,
    For Christ discrowned, for false gods set on high;
For fools, whose hands must have their hearts' desire,
    We thank Thee –- in the darkness –- and so die.

For shipwreck: Oh, the sob of strangling seas! –-
    No matter. For the snake that charms the dove;
And (is it not the bitterest of all these?)
    We thank Thee –- in our blind faith –- even for Love.

For breaking hearts; for all that breaks the heart;
    For Death, the one thing after all the rest,
We thank Thee, O our Father! Thou who art,
    And wast, and shalt be -- knowing these are best.