Gratitude

"Do you give thanks for this? -- or that?" No, God be thanked I am not grateful In that cold, calculating way, with blessing ranked As one, two, three, and four, -- that would be hateful. I only know that every day brings good above" My poor deserving; I only feel that, in the road of Life, true Love Is leading me along and never swerving. Whatever gifts and mercies in my lot may fall, I would not measure As worth a certain price in praise, or great or small; But take and use them all with simple pleasure. For when we gladly eat our daily bread, we bless The Hand that feeds us; And when we tread the road of Life in cheerfulness, Our very heart-beats praise the Love that leads us.