My treasures I'll give as well as I can."
A child went merrily forth to play,
But a thought, like a silver thread,
Kept winding in and out all day
Through the happy, busy head,
"Mother said, 'Darling, do all you can,
For you are a part of God's great plan.'"
So she helped a younger child along,
When the road was rough to the feet;
And she sang from her heart a little song,