You have learned it.—The deepest, noblest joy In all the world is giving what you may, For kings whom many pleasures seem to cloy No better fun nor happiness essay; The slavey in her daily life of toil Can know its joy as well as knighted peer, And all in life who are compelled to moil, Or idle rich, can own its gladsome cheer. And ever happiest of the lot are those Who give away where naught can be returned, Who ne'er in ostentatious manner pose, Who have of poverty their kindness learned. The secret of a happy life is this, A blessed life whose potency is great, It's giving without stint or prejudice, And every thought of self subordinate. |