Lincoln Republican, 28 November 1907
For the splendor of the noonday and the glory of its sun;
For the heights of Life’s fulfillment and the wayside station won;
For the labor and the waiting – for the weary testing time;
For the love that gladdens, crowns us when our life is in its prime;
For the burden and the strength to go bearing to the end;
For the best gifts man is grasping – for lover and for friend;
For the tasks that wait us daily, for the will to win and plod;
For the promise and thy presence, we thank Thee, O, our God!
For the tenderness of evening and the deepening shades of night;
For the slopes that lie to westward when we reach and pass the height;
For the brighter hues of Autumn that with beauty veil decay;
For the kindly snows of winter that the bleakness hides away;
For life’s joys and for its sorrows; for its triumphs and its tears;
For its sunshine and its shadows, for the mountain and the cold;
For life and all that living means—we thank Thee, O, our God!