Give thanks. It is not time misspent; Worst fare this betters, and the best, Wanting this natural condiment, Breeds crudeness, and will not digest. The grateful love the Giver's law; But those who eat, and look no higher, From sin or doubtful sanction draw The biting sauce their feasts require. Give thanks for nought, if you've no more, And, having all things, do not doubt That nought, with thanks, is blest before Whate'er the world can give, without. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ESTHER; A YOUNG MAN'S TRAGEDY: 51 by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT A SEA SONG by ALLAN CUNNINGHAM TWO VOYAGERS by EMILY DICKINSON SONNET TO A CLAM by JOHN GODFREY SAXE THE RECONCILEMENT by JOHN SHEFFIELD ON SOME BUTTERCUPS by FRANK DEMPSTER SHERMAN |