We cannot feel for others' woe,
Without the added gift to heal
The griefs, which in ourselves we feel.
We cannot do the smallest thing,
With pureness in the offering,
Without repayment in the heart,
Far more than we ourselves impart.
Make of thy soul a ceaseless flood
Of pure, benevolential good,
A fountain, flowing out to men,
And heaven shall fill it up again.
Such is the heavenly way to live;
Whate'er thou hast, to others give.
GIVE LIFE TO OTHERS. Such alone
Know how to heal and save their own.
— Christ in the Soul (1872) LXXXVIII.
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