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THANKSGIVING, 1863.
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Past the dark night, and to the coming morn
    Made glad and fresh by Thee!

    So shall our anthem sweet,
Of Praise and Thanks and Love, swell glad on high,
And pierce beyond the clouds of soul and sky
    To seek Thy blessèd feet.