for your hands upon that day to do, are not those higher blessings still 1 And yet they are but a few, a very few, of the myriad blessings which might be enumerated as so common, and so liberally dispensed, that we seldom think of giving them their true name, and, every hour of our lives, pass them by without thanks, without thought, without recognition.
Oh! then, you who would escape the sin and penalty of ingratitude to Heaven, resolve that it shall be one of the daily duties of your life, one of its indispensable employments, to seek out and sum up each day's blessings, and grave them ineffaceably upon your memory. The very habit will multiply their number, will increase their value, will wake some grateful pulse in the most thankless heart, and draw down some ray of light through the darkest gloom that can encompass the most troubled spirit.
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