Only a drop in the bucket,
But every drop will tell;
The bucket would soon be empty
Without the drops in the well.
Only a poor little penny,
It was all I had to give;
But as pennies make the guineas,
It may help some cause to live.
A few little bits of ribbon
And some toys — they were not new;
But they made the sick child happy,
Which has made me happy, too.
Only some outgrown garments —
They were all I had to spare;
But they'll help to clothe the needy,
And the poor are everywhere.
A word now and then of comfort,
That cost me nothing to say;
But the poor old man died happy,
And it helped him on the way.
God loveth the cheerful giver,
Though the gift be poor and small;
What doth he think of his children
When they never give at all?