Today's Notable Quote: "The year that is drawing towards its close, has been filled with the blessings of fruitful fields and healthful skies." - Abraham Lincoln, October 3, 1863
The quote above is the first line from the proclamation issued by President Lincoln which set the precedent for America's national day of Thanksgiving.
The poem below is attributed to American poet Hezekiah Butterworth. In the poem, he provides a chilling deptiction of the circumstances in which the early settlers found themselves with Winter approaching--and little food in the common storehouse. It should give we moderns pause as we reflect on our own bounty of material goods. Happy Thanksgiving!
Thanksgiving Poetry: Five Kernels of Corn - Hezekiah Butterworth
'Twas the year of the famine in Plymouth of old,
The ice and the snow from the thatched roofs had rolled;
Through the warm purple skies steered the geese o'er the seas,
And the woodpeckers tapped in the clocks of the trees;
And the boughs on the slopes to the south winds lay bare,
and dreaming of summer, the buds swelled in the air.
The pale Pilgrims welcomed each reddening morn;
there were left but for rations Five Kernels of Corn.
Five Kernels of Corn!
Five Kernels of Corn!
But to
Bradford
a feast were Five Kernels of Corn!
"Five Kernels of Corn! Five Kernels of Corn!
Ye people, be glad for Five Kernels of Corn!"
So
Bradford
cried out on bleak Burial Hill,
and the thin women stood in their doors, white and still.
"Lo, the
harbor
of
Plymouth
rolls bright in the spring,
the maples grow red, and the wood robins sing,
the west wind is blowing, and fading the snow,
and the pleasant pines sing, and arbutuses blow.
Five Kernels of Corn!
Five Kernels of Corn!
To each one is given Five Kernels of Corn!"
O Bradford of Austerfield hast on thy way,
The west winds are blowing o'er Provincetown Bay,
The white avens bloom, but the pine domes are chill,
And new graves have furrowed Precisioners' Hill!
"Give thanks, all ye people, the warm skies have come,
the hilltops are sunny, and green grows the holm,
And the trumpets of winds, and the white March is gone,
Five Kernels of Corn!
Five Kernels of Corn!
Ye have for Thanksgiving Five Kernels of Corn!
"The raven's gift eat and be humble and pray,
A new light is breaking and Truth leads your way;
One taper a thousand shall kindle; rejoice
That to you has been given the wilderness voice!"
O Bradford of Austerfield, daring the wave,
and safe through the sounding blasts leading the brave,
of deeds such as thine was the free nation born,
and the festal world sings the "Five Kernels of Corn."
Five Kernels of Corn!
Five Kernels of Corn!
The nation gives thanks for Five Kernels of Corn!
To the Thanksgiving Feast bring Five Kernels of Corn!