As the colors of autumn stream down the wind, scarlet in sumach and maple, spun gold in the birches, a splendor of smoldering fire in the oaks along the hill, and the leaves flutter away, and dusk falls briefly about the worker bringing in from the field a late load of its fruit, and Arcturus is lost to sight and Orion swings upward that great sun upon his shoulders, we are stirred once more to ponder the Infinite Goodness that has set apart for us, in all this moving mystery of creation, a time of living and a home. In such a spirit I appoint Thursday, the twenty-fourth of November,
A Day of Public Thanksgiving
In such a spirit I call upon the people to acknowledge heartily, in friendly gathering and house of prayer, the increase of the season near its close: the harvest of earth, the yield of patient mind and faithful hand, that have kept us fed and clothed and have made for us a shelter even against the storm.It is right that we whose arc of sky has been darkened by no war hawk, who have been forced by no man to stand and speak when to speak was to choose between death and life, should give thanks also for the further mercies we have enjoyed, beyond desert or any estimation, of justice, freedom, loving kindness, peace — resolving, as we prize them, to let no occasion go without some prompting or some effort worthy in a way however humble of those proudest among ideals, which burn, though it may be like candles fitfully in our gusty world, with a light so clear we name its source divine.
- Proclamation by Governor
Wilbur L. Cross, of Connecticut (1938),
rated to be the most beautiful
of all Thanksgiving Documents