God blesses still the generous thought, And still the fitting word He speeds, And Truth, at His requiring taught, He quickens into deeds. - John Greenleaf Whittier

The eyes of memory will not sleep, Its ears are open wide; And vigils with the past they keep Against my feeble will.

Somehow not only for Christmas But all the long year through, The joy that you give to others Is the joy that comes back to you. And the more you spend in blessing The poor and lonely and sad, The more of your heart's possessing Returns to make you glad.

The harp at Nature's advent strung
Has never ceased to play;
The song the stars of morning sung
Has never died away.