Here’s a poem he wrote on Thanksgiving 126 years ago.
Thanksgiving Day 1890
By: Olin Winfield Pge
There’s a voice of praise in our home to-day
The silence is broken, clouds rolled away;
The voice of a wife in pleading of prayer,
As sweetest of music now floats on the air;
And the daughter’s voice, too, clear and low toned,
Acknowledges Him whom her heart has enthroned.
The spell of stillness thro’ years that are past
Has been broken by prayer, God’s power at last,
Unsealed lips that were dumb. Beaming eyes
And accents of love speak the soul’s Paradise,
Resting in Jesus and owning His sway;
Together we praise Him this glorious day.
The smile of the sun rests down on the earth,
The rivers blue waves are dancing with mirth;
And o’er its waters in circles of light
Are bright, glancing wings of seagull in flight;
Lewis’ Woods, too, in its brightest array
Meets with the river to welcome the day.
Gold flecks the shadows ‘neath each arching tree;
Light crest each wave flowing down from the sea;
In each sheltered nook the deepest of green
Of the hardy grass-blade still may be seen;
Softly it nods in a sweet, loving way,
Glad that it’s Maker has saved till this day.
While the sun shines down on the thankful earth,
And the light shines in at each soul’s new birth,
With thankful hearts, in song, blessing and prayer,
We are praising the Lord for tender care;
Thankful for bounty that before us is spread,
Thankful for ways in which His hand led.
Thankful for life and the blessing of health;
Very thankful for love, hearts’ precious wealth;
Thankful for Jesus, who comes to abide;
O thankful to Him what’re may betide!
Thankful to Father and thankful to Son,
Revealed by His Spirit to hearts that are one.