The Gifts Divine Poem by John Kendrick Bangs

FROM earth, and sky, and sea,
Let cheer come unto me,
And mirth, and tenderness,
And all the things that bless,
That I may pass them on to those
Who suffer woes ;
Not keep them for mine own,
Nor joy in them alone,
But share them to the uttermost in deed,
And thought, in all good will, with them that need;
So that when at the end of this, my earthly day,
When I have come returning, all the world will say:
'He richly lived, and lavishly he gave
Of wealth that knows no ceasing with the grave,
But reaches on into the presence of
The Throne Eternal gifts of Cheer and Love.