One day is there of the series
\nTermed Thanksgiving day,
\nCelebrated part at table,
\nPart in memory.<\/p>\n
Neither patriarch nor pussy,
\nI dissect the play;
\nSeems it, to my hooded thinking,
\nReflex holiday.<\/p>\n
Had there been no sharp subtraction
\nFrom the early sum,
\nNot an acre or a caption
\nWhere was once a room,<\/p>\n
Not a mention, whose small pebble
\nWrinkled any bay, —
\nUnto such, were such assembly,
\n‘T were Thanksgiving day.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"