I said to Life, “How comes it,
With all this wealth in store,
Of beauty, joy, and knowledge,
Thy cry is still for more?
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“Count all the years of striving
To make thy burden less,-
The things designed and fashioned
To gladden thy success!
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“The treasures sought and gathered
Thy lightest whim to please,
The loot of all the ages,
The spoil of all the seas!
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“Is there no end of labor,
No limit to thy need?
Must man go bowed forever
In bondage to thy greed?”
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With tears of pride and passion
She answered, “God above!
I only wait the asking,
To spend it all for love!”
– The Gift by William Bliss Carman
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