Ah! on Thanksgiving day….
When the care-wearied man seeks his mother once more,
And the worn matron smiles where the girl smiled before.
What moistens the lips and what brightens the eye?
What calls back the past, like the rich pumpkin pie?
~John Greenleaf Whittier

Pioneer Mother
(inscription)
Whither thou goest I will go
Where Thou lodgest I will Lodge
Thy people shall be my people
And thy God my God