God's gifts put man's best dreams to shame.

God's gifts put man's best dreams to shame.

God answers sharp and sudden on some prayers, And thrusts the thing we have prayed for in our face, A gauntlet with a gift in it

God's gifts put men's best dreams to shame.

Girls blush, sometimes, because they are alive, half wishing they were dead to save the shame. The sudden blush devours them, neck and brow; They have drawn too near the fire of life, like gnats, and flare up bodily, wings and all. What then? Who's sorry for a gnat or girl?

World's use is cold, world's love is vain, world's cruelty is bitter bane; but is not the fruit of pain.