THINE are all the gifts, O God! Thine the broken bread; Let the naked feet be shod, And the starving fed. Let Thy children, by Thy grace, Give as they abound, Till the poor have breathing-space, And the lost are found. Wiser than the miser's hoards Is the giver's choice; Sweeter than the song of birds Is the thankful voice. Welcome smiles on faces sad As the flowers of spring; Let the tender hearts be glad With the joy they bring. Happier for their pity's sake Make their sports and plays, And from lips of childhood take Thy perfected praise! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A TERRE (BEING THE PHILOSOPHY OF MANY SOLDIERS) by WILFRED OWEN THE WANING MOON by PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY AT BAY RIDGE, LONG ISLAND by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH A MISUNDERSTANDING (CONNEMARA) by JANE BARLOW NOT YE WHO GOAD by LOUISA SARAH BEVINGTON |