Let the thick curtain fall; I better know than all How little I have gained, How vast the unattained. - John Greenleaf Whittier

Maud Muller, on a summer's day, Raked the meadows sweet with hay. Beneath her torn hat glowed the wealth Of simple beauty and rustic health.

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.

I know not where His islands lift
Their fronded palms in air;
I only know I cannot drift
Beyond His love and care.