Thanksgiving

A day late, this is the first paragraph of President Abraham Lincoln's Thanksgiving Proclamation of 1863; a sentiment I particularly like:

The year that is drawing toward its close has been filled with the blessings of fruitful fields and healthful skies. To these bounties, which are so constantly enjoyed that we are prone to forget the source from which they come, others have been added, which are of so extraordinary a nature that they cannot fail to penetrate and even soften the heart which is habitually insensible to the ever-watchful providence of Almighty God. 

You can find the full text here.