A Song Of Giving
In my gifts I travel far
As the needy nations are,—
North and south and east and west;
Givers’ travels are the best.
In my gifts I dig a mine
Down where lordliest treasures shine,—
Gratitude of hearts oppressed;
Givers’ Klondikes are the best.
In my gifts I mount and rise
Through the reaches of the skies
To a heaven of joy and rest;
Givers’ wings are far the best.