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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.