Classic Poem

Let your heart fill to overflowing,
Not counting loss or gain,
As this thin dark stream in winter,
After a long rain.

There is time enough for the parched season,
For the dry lack and drought,
Fill your heart while there is abundance;
Love may run out.

Give more than is asked or needed,
And when it is gone,
There will be peace, and greener meadows
To look upon.