{"product_id":"2940014465076","title":"Grand'ther Baldwin's Thanksgiving with Other Ballads and Poems","description":"GRAND'THER BALDWIN'S THANKSGIVING\u003cbr\u003eUNDERNEATH protected branches, from the highway just aloof;\u003cbr\u003eStands the house of Grand'ther Baldwin, with its gently sloping roof.\u003cbr\u003eSquare of shape and solid-timbered, it was standing, I have heard,\u003cbr\u003eIn the days of Whig and Tory, under royal George the Third.\u003cbr\u003eMany a time, I well remember, I have gazed with Childish awe\u003cbr\u003eAt the bullet-hole remaining in the sturdy oaken door,\u003cbr\u003eTurning round half-apprehensive (recking not how time had fled)\u003cbr\u003eOf the lurking, savage foeman from whose musket it was sped..\u003cbr\u003eNot far off, the barn, plethoric with the autumn's harvest spoils,\u003cbr\u003eHolds the farmer's well-earned trophies--the guerdon of his toils;\u003cbr\u003eFilled the lofts with hay, sweet-scented, ravished from the meadows\u003cbr\u003egreen,\u003cbr\u003eWhile beneath are stalled the cattle, with their quiet, drowsy mien.\u003cbr\u003eDeep and spacious are the grain-bins, brimming o'er with nature's\u003cbr\u003egold;\u003cbr\u003eHere are piles of yellow pumpkins on the barn-floor loosely rolled.\u003cbr\u003eJust below in deep recesses, safe from wintry frost chill,\u003cbr\u003eThere are heaps of ruddy apples from the orchard the hill.\u003cbr\u003eMany a year has Grand'ther Baldwin in the old house dwelt in peace,\u003cbr\u003eAs his hair each year grew whiter, he has seen his herds increase.\u003cbr\u003eSturdy sons and comely daughters, growing up from childish plays,\u003cbr\u003eOne by one have met life's duties, and gone forth their several ways.\u003cbr\u003eHushed the voice of childish laughter, hushed is childhood's merry\u003cbr\u003etone,\u003cbr\u003ethe fireside Grand'ther Baldwin and his good wife sit alone.\u003cbr\u003eTurning round half-apprehensive (recking not how time had fled)\u003cbr\u003eOf the lurking savage foeman from whose musket it was sped.\u003cbr\u003ePage 2\u003cbr\u003eGrand'ther Baldwin's Thanksgiving with Other Ballads and Poems\u003cbr\u003eNot far off, the barn, plethoric with the autumn harvest spoils,\u003cbr\u003eHolds the farmer's well-earned trophies--the guerdon of his toils;\u003cbr\u003eFilled the lofts with hay, sweet-scented, ravished from the meadows\u003cbr\u003egreen,\u003cbr\u003eWhile beneath are stalled the cattle, with their quiet drowsy mien.\u003cbr\u003eDeep and spacious are the grain-bins, brimming o'er with nature's\u003cbr\u003egold;\u003cbr\u003eHere are piles of yellow pumpkins on the barn-floor loosely rolled.\u003cbr\u003eJust below in deep recesses, safe from wintry frost and chill,\u003cbr\u003eThere are heaps of ruddy apples from the orchard on the hill.\u003cbr\u003eMany a year has Grand'ther Baldwin in the old house dwelt in peace,\u003cbr\u003eAs his hair each year grew whiter, he has seen his herds increase.\u003cbr\u003eSturdy sons and comely daughters, growing up from childish plays,\u003cbr\u003eOne by one have met life's duties, and gone forth their several ways.\u003cbr\u003eHushed the voice of childish laughter, hushed is childhood's merry\u003cbr\u003etone,\u003cbr\u003eBy the fireside Grand'ther Baldwin and his good wife sit alone.\u003cbr\u003eYet once within the twelvemonth, when the days are short and drear,\u003cbr\u003eAnd chill winds chant the requiem of the slowly fading year,\u003cbr\u003eWhen the autumn work is over, and the harvest gathered in,\u003cbr\u003eOnce again the old house echoes to a long unwonted din.\u003cbr\u003eLogs of hickory blaze and crackle in the fireplace huge anti high,\u003cbr\u003eCurling wreaths of smoke mount upward to the gray November sky.\u003cbr\u003eRuddy lads and smiling lasses, just let loose from schooldom's cares,\u003cbr\u003ePatter, patter, race and clatter, up and down the great hall stairs.\u003cbr\u003eAll the boys shall hold high revel; all the girls shall have their\u003cbr\u003eway,--\u003cbr\u003eThat's the law at Grand'ther Baldwin's upon each Thanksgiving Day.\u003cbr\u003eFrom from the parlor's sacred precincts, hark! a madder uproar yet;\u003cbr\u003eRoguish Charlie's playing stage-coach, and the stage-coach has upset!\u003cbr\u003eJoe, black-eyed and laughter-loving, Grand'ther's specs his nose\u003cbr\u003eacross,\u003cbr\u003eGravely winks at brother Willie, who is gayly playing horse.\u003cbr\u003eGrandma's face is fairly radiant; Grand'ther knows not how to frown,\u003cbr\u003ethough the children, in their frolic, turn the old house upside down.\u003cbr\u003ePage 3\u003cbr\u003eGrand'ther Baldwin's Thanksgiving with Other Ballads and Poems\u003cbr\u003eFor the boys may hold high revel, and the girls must have their way;\u003cbr\u003eThat's the law at Grand'ther Baldwin's upon each Thanksgiving Day.\u003cbr\u003eBut the dinner--ah! the dinner--words are feeble to portray\u003cbr\u003eWhat a culinary triumph is achieved Thanksgiving Day!\u003cbr\u003eFairly groans the board with dainties, but the turkey rules the\u003cbr\u003eroast,\u003cbr\u003eAldermanic at the outset, at the last a fleshless ghost.\u003cbr\u003eThen the richness of the pudding, and the flavor of the pie,\u003cbr\u003eWhen you've dined at Grandma Baldwin's you will know as well as I.\u003cbr\u003eWhen, at length, the feast was ended, Grand'ther Baldwin bent his\u003cbr\u003ehead,\u003cbr\u003eAnd, amid the solemn silence, with a reverent voice, he said:--\u003cbr\u003e\"Now unto God, the Gracious One, we thanks and homage pay,\u003cbr\u003eWho guardeth us, and guideth us, and loveth us always!\u003cbr\u003e\"He scatters blessings in our paths, He giveth us increase,\u003cbr\u003eHe crowns us with His kindnesses, and granteth us His peace.\u003cbr\u003e\"Unto himself, our wandering feet,","brand":"All classic book warehouse","offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":47165316169968,"sku":"2940014465076","price":0.99,"currency_code":"USD","in_stock":true}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/0737\/7593\/9824\/files\/2940014465076_p0.jpg?v=1763609109","url":"https:\/\/shop-qa.barnesandnoble.com\/products\/2940014465076","provider":"Barnes \u0026 Noble (DEV)","version":"1.0","type":"link"}