THANKSGIVING.

In Tisri's holier season, From City of the Palms To where onycha incense soared Amid Hosanna psalms, Waved green from every housetop, Gay plumes of laurel tree; Whilst silver trumpets pealed afar The tones of victory. Since through atoning sacrifice Had dawned the spirit's peace; And through earth's toil a rich reward Was reaped, in earth's increase. Though ruin marks where Tadmor reigned, And Israel roameth far; No shoals may stem the mercy-tide; No power Heaven's largess bar. Then through the great Atonement's dawn, Be lit our sin-dimmed eyes; Till grateful accents pierce the mist, Into rejoicing skies. Till garnered fruit, and aftermath; Till Autumn's tender shine With farewell tones of woodland song, Reflect the Love Divine.