The Giver

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The Giver

To give a thing and take again

Is counted meanness among men;

To take away what once is given

Cannot then be the way of heaven!

But human hearts are crumbly stuff,

And never, never love enough,

Therefore God takes and, with a smile,

Puts our best things away a while.

Thereon some weep, some rave, some scorn,

Some wish they never had been born;

Some humble grow at last and still,

And then God gives them what they will.