Poems (Curwen)/Give

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Give!
Give of thy gold what thou canst justly spare:     The precious gold     Thy fingers love to hold Can feed the hungry, lift the load of care     From hearts opprest;     Give, and thou shalt be blest.
Give little, if thou hast not much to give;     The smallest mite     Is pleasing in His sight; Without whose will nor rich nor poor can live;     Give then thy dole,     And God shall bless thy soul.
Give now, while life and opportunity are thine.     Why dost thou wait?     Surely the present need is great Enough for thee. What says the Voice Divine?     Give! It shall avail     Thy soul beyond the veil.
Give cheerfully, for in the sight of heaven     No virtue lies     In those grudged charities That are ungraciously and coldly given;     A little sympathy     Sweetens the bread of charity.
Give then, for Jesu's sake, who gave His life for thee;     He will repay     The debt with interest one day. When heavens dissolve and earth's foundations flee,     Who gives the poor,     The Lord shall bless for evermore!
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