Poem July 12, 1900 Issue

The Gift of Love

M. M. Painter

It is in loving, not being loved, the heart is blest;
It is in giving, not in seeking gifts, we find our guest.
If thou art hungry, lacking heavenly food, give hope and cheer;
If thou art sad and would'st be comforted, stay sorrow's tear.
Whatever be thy longing or thy need, that do thou give;
So shall thy soul be fed, and thou, indeed, shalt truly live.

Mrs. M. M. Painter.

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