Classic Poem

God bless all givers and their gifts,
And all the giftless, too,
And help them by whatever shifts
Their kindly will to do.
When seasons, which our hearts expand,
Our purses fail to fill,
A word, a smile, a clasp of hand
Shall carry our good-will.

Let him who hath his plenty share,
And him who lacks, his lack,
Give, each one, what he may, nor care
What recompense comes back.
If only love his heart shall swell
And kindness guide his hand,
His Christmas he shall keep as well
As any in the land.

Out, greed! Out, guile! Out, jealousy!
Out, envy! Out, despair!
Come, hope! Come, faith! Come, charity!
And ease the pains of care.
Come, Christmas, with thy message dear,
And all thy gentle mirth,
To teach that love shall cast out fear,
And peace shall reign on earth.