Thanksgiving
For all, for all, I render thanks to Thee—
For passion’s secret pangs and misery,
For burning tears, the poison of the kiss,
For warmth of soul wasted on emptiness,
For foeman’s hate, for friends’ malicious spleen,
For all by which in life I’ve cheated been.
But oh! dispose it so, that from this day
I may not long have need such thanks to pay.