THE LIGHT that fills thy house at morn, <br />Thou canst not for thyself retain; <br />But all who with thee here are born, <br />It bids to share an equal gain. <br /> <br />The wind that blows thy ship along, <br />Her swelling sails cannot confine; <br />Alike to all the gales belong, <br />Nor canst thou claim a breath as thine. <br /> <br />The earth, the green out-spreading earth, <br />Why hast thou fenced it off from me? <br />Hadst thou than I a nobler birth, <br />Who callest thine a gift so free? <br /> <br />The wave, the blue encircling wave, <br />No chains can bind, no fetters hold; <br />Its thunders tell of Him who gave <br />What none can ever buy for gold.<br /><br />Jones Very<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-gifts-of-god/
