"Go give to the needy sweet charity's bread.
For giving is living," the angel said.
"And must I be giving again and again?"
My selfish, thoughtless answer ran.
"Oh, no," said the angel, piercing me through,
"just give till the Master stops giving to you."
For giving is living," the angel said.
"And must I be giving again and again?"
My selfish, thoughtless answer ran.
"Oh, no," said the angel, piercing me through,
"just give till the Master stops giving to you."
i remember this poem from when i was young, it has always stuck with me.
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