As the mite the widow offered
Brought a blessing sweet and rare
And the riches of the miser
Were not worth a pauper’s prayer–
So I smile when men mark failure
O’er the life of any man;
For the acme of all greatness
Is to do the best we can.
There always are those who wrap their talent for service in the napkin of not worth while. They feel that they could not do much because their ability is so small, and therefore they do not try to do anything. They suppose that they are practicing the much praised virtue of humility, while really they are evading duty and responsibility, and thus incurring blame and guilt.
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