Noblest in Virtue, choicest of gifts,
Happiest the Man who knoweth its name,
Rejoicing, a heart that off'reth it, lifts,
Without it no world is ever the same.

The lowliest, poorest, warms in its wonder,
He, who dispenseth it, richer will be,
Wisest the Soul, its spell to be under,
Liveth forever in Eternity.

Stretch out the hand of brotherly charity,
Blessed is he, go giveth with love,
Seeing its need, stark with rich clarity,
Carry the message of One from above.

Surely, demurely, quietest demeanour,
Humblest of heart grateful for chances,
Readily, steadily, the Will even keener,
'Tis Man's love of Man that all life enhances.

Stumbling, forsaken, the lonely and lost
Hearts overcome with the tide of despair,
Wretched Humanity stands tempest toss'd
Awaiting a sign that someone does care.

Know Ye that Man is surely a Brother,
Who counteth his purse as one of your own,
Find him, then bind him, seeketh no other,
For surely hereafter he will sit at the Throne.