"He gives what He gives,—be content!
He resumes nothing given,—be sure;
God lend? Where the usurers lent
In His temple, indignant he went,
And scourged away all those impure.
"He lends not, but gives to the end,
As He loves to the end. If it seem
That He draws back a gift, comprehend
'Tis to add to it rather,— amend,
And finish it up to your dream.
" Or keep, as a mother may, toys
Too costly, though given by herself,
Till the room shall be stiller from noise,
And the children more fit for such joys,
Kept over their heads on a shelf."
—
"Shun such as lounge through afternoons and
eyes,
And on thy dial write, "Beware of thieves!"
Felon of minutes, never taught to feel
The worth of treasures which thy fingers steal,
Pick my left pocket of the silver dime,
But spare the right—it holds my golden time!"
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