Thanksgiving Day

ONE day is there of the series

      Termed Thanksgiving day,

Celebrated part at table,

      Part in memory.

Neither patriarch nor pussy,

      I dissect the play;

Seems it, to my hooded thinking,

      Reflex holiday.

Had there been no sharp subtraction

      From the early sum,

Not an acre or a caption

      Where was once a room,

Not a mention, whose small pebble

      Wrinkled any bay,—

Unto such, were such assembly,

      'T were Thanksgiving day.