Smoothing Soft The Nestling Head Of A Maiden Fancy-Led, Thus A Grave-Eyed Woman Said: "Richest Gifts Are Those We Make, Dearer Than The Love We Take That We Give For Love'S Own Sake. "Well I Know The Heart'S Unrest; Mine Has Been The Common Quest, To Be Loved And Therefore Blest. "Favors Undeserved Were Mine; At My Feet As On A Shrine Love Has Laid Its Gifts Divine. "Sweet The Offerings Seemed, And Yet With Their Sweetness Came Regret, And A Sense Of Unpaid Debt. "Heart Of Mine Unsatisfied, Was It Vanity Or Pride That A Deeper Joy Denied? "Hands That Ope But To Receive Empty Close; They Only Live Richly Who Can Richly Give. "Still," She Sighed, With Moistening Eyes, "Love Is Sweet In Any Guise; But Its Best Is Sacrifice! "He Who, Giving, Does Not Crave Likest Is To Him Who Gave Life Itself The Loved To Save. "Love, That Self-Forgetful Gives, Sows Surprise Of Ripened Sheaves, Late Or Soon Its Own Receives.