Hoarding can but bring thee loss;
Wealth is found alone in giving;
Treasures kept, resolve to dross;
Love by loving, life by living,
Still augments, and richer grows
For the largess it bestows:
Outward-flowing, it shall be
Ever flowing back to thee.
Thus the more thou giv'st, the more
Still, in giving, shall be thine;
Thus shall thy replenished store
Overflow with wealth divine.
Joy and peace thy heart shall fill,
While that heart shall widen still,
Till to its embrace is given
All of good in earth and heaven.
