I bring a gift that all may bring,
So common ’tis to human kind;
And yet it is so rare, a king
His crown for it had well resigned.
It is a gift gold cannot buy,
And one which never can be sold;
A gift no mortal can deny,
And one that fades not, nor grows old.
And while I would not have it spurned,
Such is my heart’s perversity,
Unless I know my gift returned,
Life hath no joy in store for me.