Benevolence

Give, although your heart may never
To a grateful tear respond;
Deeds of kindness bless forever,
Reaching to the world beyond.
Do you see the air that closes
When the arrow speedeth by?
Or the scents that rise from roses?
Or the spirit’s glancing eye?
So you never may discover
Where a kindly act shall fall,
Nor the angel hosts that hover,
Watching and directing-all.
Give not grudgingly but freely,
With a heart allied to God,
And your alms will prove to be the
Winglets scattering love abroad.