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Not what we give, but what we share.—Lowell.

Rich gifts wax poor when givers prove unkind.—Shakespeare.

Not the binding of this book

Nor its leaves with marble edge;

But the poet’s heart and soul

In each thought upon the page

Makes the book of worth,

Lifts us from the earth,

From the common sod

Nearer unto God.

Not the gold that’s in the gift

Nor the sense of doing duty;

But the giver in the gold

With a heart that’s full of beauty

Makes the gift of worth,

Lifts us from the earth,

From the common sod

Nearer unto God.