Small excerpt from Gratefulness by George Herbert 1633 (From The Temple) Full poem follows below. (in the quaint, original language and spelling).

Thou hast giv’n so much to me, Give one thing more, a gratefull heart.

Not thankful when it pleases me; as if Thy blessings has spare days, but such a heart, whose pulse may be Thy praise.

We have been reading this poem (the full poem listed below) every morning aloud as part of our heart preparation for Thanksgiving during November. As we have read this daily, aloud, intellect has leapt and more has been understood and revealed. It is not an easy poem, but rich, meaty, so worth it.

 ¶    Gratefulnesse.

THou that hast giv’n so much to me,
Give one thing more, a gratefull heart.
See how thy beggar works on thee
                                              By art.

He makes thy gifts occasion more,
And sayes, If he in this be crost,
All thou hast giv’n him heretofore
                                              Is lost.

But thou didst reckon, when at first
Thy word our hearts and hands did crave,
What it would come to at the worst
                                              To save.

Perpetuall knockings at thy doore,
Tears sullying thy transparent rooms,
Gift upon gift, much would have more,
                                              And comes.

This notwithstanding, thou wentst on,
And didst allow us all our noise:
Nay, thou hast made a sigh and grone
                                              Thy joyes.

Not that thou hast not still above
Much better tunes, then grones can make;
But that these countrey-aires thy love
                                              Did take.

Wherefore I crie, and crie again;
And in no quiet canst thou be,
Till I a thankfull heart obtain
                                              Of thee:

Not thankfull, when it pleaseth me;
As if thy blessings had spare dayes:
But such a heart, whose pulse may be
                                              Thy praise.