A Thanksgiving celebration of parallelism by Robert Louis Stevenson:
"Lord, behold our family here assembled. We thank Thee
for this place in which we dwell;
for the love that unites us;
for the peace accorded us this day;
for the hope with which we expect the morrow;
for the health,
the food, and
the bright skies, that make our lives delightful;
for our friends in all parts of the earth, and
our friendly helpers in this foreign isle.
Let peace abound in our small company.
Purge out of every heart the lurking grudge.
Give us grace and strength to forbear and to persevere.
Offenders, give us the grace to accept and to forgive offenders.
Forgetful ourselves, help us to bear cheerfully the forgetfulness of others.
the quiet mind.
Spare to us our friends,
soften to us our enemies.
if it may be, in all our innocent endeavours.
If it may not, give us the strength to encounter that which is to come, that we be
brave in peril,
constant in tribulation,
temperate in wrath,
and in all changes of fortune,
and, down to the gates of death, loyal and loving one to another.
As the clay to the potter,
as the windmill to the wind,
as children of their sire,
we beseech of Thee this help and mercy for Christ’s sake."