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godsends.
God sends what the true heart brings:
Stranger or familiar hand,
Priest among His holy things,
Only bears the gift He planned.
Stranger or familiar hand,
Priest among His holy things,
Only bears the gift He planned.
And the best of all He sends
Is no measured dole, but love;
Is not cumbering goods, but friends;
Winged souls with ours to move.
Is no measured dole, but love;
Is not cumbering goods, but friends;
Winged souls with ours to move.
Soon we tire of pleasure's toy;
Flashes o'er us, while we grope,
Glory of remoter joy;
Beckoning of a larger hope:
Flashes o'er us, while we grope,
Glory of remoter joy;
Beckoning of a larger hope:
Far as dreams, yet close at hand;
Worlds unveiled in one soul's bound,—
Riches of the sun-vaults grand
At your threshold may be found.
Worlds unveiled in one soul's bound,—
Riches of the sun-vaults grand
At your threshold may be found.
Learn the fools' gold to despise;
Coinage of heaven's mint to know
In the home-illuming eyes;
In the fireside's quiet glow;
Coinage of heaven's mint to know
In the home-illuming eyes;
In the fireside's quiet glow;