I SAID to Life, 'How comes it, <br />With all this wealth in store, <br />Of beauty, joy, and knowledge, <br />Thy cry is still for more? <br />'Count all the years of striving <br />To make thy burden less, — <br />The things designed and fashioned <br />To gladden thy success! <br />'The treasures sought and gathered <br />Thy lightest whim to please, — <br />The loot of all the ages, <br />The spoil of all the seas! <br />'Is there no end of labor, <br />No limit to thy need? <br />Must man go bowed forever <br />In bondage to thy greed?' <br />With tears of pride and passion <br />She answered, 'God above! <br />I only wait the asking, <br />To spend it all for love!'<br /><br />Bliss William Carman<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-gift-71/
