Indeed, if they wish to increase their rich store,
By giving away, they will only add more!!
To Fancy’s quick eye, in what forms have I risen,
And Poets declare that my birth was in heaven;
To some as a flame, as a stream, or a fountain,
To others I seem as a tower or mountain.
Should these hints not betray me, I only can say,
You do not possess me--I hope that you may.”
“Why,” cried Tom, “what can that be, of which the more we give away, the more we have left?”
“Ay,” added Louisa, “and that we actually increase the store, by giving away a part of it!”