A GIFT

CHARLES C. SANDELIN.

A gift is given, more precious far
Than gold may purchase; in the heart
'Tis softly laid,—the hands depart,
Lest one may know whose hands they are.

'Tis vaunted not, this gift so rare.
O hands, ye well may humble be!
Ye did, indeed, the gift but see,
And joyfully did place it there!

But ye are blest, for ye have known
The workings of a gracious power;
For 'twas not done in selfhood's hour,
Nor did ye claim it for your own.

A gift from Love, that e'er doth glow
Forever bright in holy day;
And blest is he who doth essay
Its blissful warmth fore'er to know.

O blest is he who in his life
Reflects the eternal Life and Love,
And turneth thought to realms above,
From pain and sorrow, care and strife,

And brings to earth the wondrous light
In heavenly heights he doth behold:
And this the gift bought not with gold
From One who watches day and night.

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