Classic Poem

Whate'er thou wouldst receive at others' hands,
Thou first to them must freely give away;
Whether of houses high or spreading lands,
Nought shall be thine till thou hast seen this day;
God gives thee all; but canst thou all receive,
When e'en my little thou dost yet refuse?
No longer then thy brother's spirit grieve,
And thou shalt have yet larger gifts to use;
For in my Father's house do many live,
Who, older far, in love have stronger grown,
And how to them can'st thou e'er learn to give,
Who all The Father hath can call their own?
Give freely then, for all thou givst away
Shall men with added gifts to thee repay.