And the more you spend in blessing The poor and lonely and sad, The more of your heart's possessing Returns to you glad.
I dimly guess, from blessings known, of greater out of sight.
Our toil is sweet with thankfulness, Our burden is our boon; The curse of earth's gray morning is The blessing of its noon.
The Present, the Present is all thou hast For thy sure possessing; Like the patriarch's angel hold it fast Till it gives its blessing.
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