Not what I get, but what I give
As days go fleeting past.
Not how I feel, but how I live
Must tell the tale at last.
Not what I have, but what I do,
The loads I bear, the paths I hew
Through forests no man ever knew,
The highways that I cast.
Not the advantage that I take
But give amid the strife.
The service for some others’ sake
Where selfishness is rife.
The effort that I make to bless
My time and fellows with success,
And brotherhood, and happiness,
Measures this little life.