I pressed my cup of joy against my heart—
It must be held so close to save it all!
But with each hurried, anxious step some part
Was lost. In tears I watched the last drop fall.
Through toil, my cup though small again was filled;
With arms outstretched I ran, remembering Him,
To share with those whose joys, like mine, had spilled.
And now, my cup so large, o'erflows its brim.
