I shared my crust with a poorer one,
and when the crust- which seemed but a bit of bread
when one would eat-was a glorious feast
when shared with another; instead.

I shared my bed with a poorer one-
So poor a bed, but a board or two-
But it was soft as feathers to me, and I slept with a
peace that I rarely knew.

I shared my joy with a poorer one,
And lo, it was increased by joy divine
For another was cheered by the kindly thought
When they felt that joy of mine.

My gifts were poor, but were of my best
I had given myself when I gave my food
But the joy that came transfigured all,
And I felt that God was good

Since it fades away as the passing dreams,
But the joy of giving is sweet and free
And ever a new joy seems

So share your best, though it be but poor
with a willing heart and and a spirit brave
For a joy will come that will far outweigh
The trifle that you gave.