ThanksGiving

Ah! on Thanksgiving day,
when from East and from West,
From North and South,
come the pilgrim and guest,
When the gray-haired New Englander
sees round his board
The old broken links of affection restored,
When the care-wearied man
seeks his mother once more,
And the worn matron smiles
where the girl smiled before.
What moistens the lips
and what brightens the eye?
What calls back the past,
like the rich pumpkin pie?
– John Greenleaf Whittier