Sacrifice

By Edgar Albert Guest

When he has more than he can eat

To feed a stranger's not a feat.

When he has more than he can spend

It is n't hard to give or lend.

Who gives but what he'll never miss

Will never know what giving is.

He'll win few praises from his Lord

Who does but what he can afford.

The widow's mite to heaven went

Because real sacrifice it meant.