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Walter A. Guest
He wondered where his money went
And when his kindly gift was spent
He never followed day by day
The dollars which he gave away.
And so they said, Let's trace them down
And go with them about the town.
They led him to a crippled child
Who looked at him and bravely smiled.
He gazed on doctors kind and wise,
Restoring sight to little eyes.
He saw health start to grow again
On faces that were white with pain.
A brave boy stepped across the floor
Who had never walked before.
In haunts of misery and strife
He saw the dawn of happier life.
But few of these, they said would live
If men like you refused to give.
If but one crippled child would smile
You'd count your sacrifice worth while.
When asked to give, recall these scenes
And understand what giving means.
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