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Monday, March 9, 2026

Poem: “Service” by Edgar A. Guest

I have no wealth of gold to give away,

But I can pledge to worthy causes these:

I’ll give my strength, my days and hours of ease,

My finest thought and courage when I may,

And take some deed accomplished for my pay.

I cannot offer much in silver fees,

But I can serve when richer persons play,

And with my presence fill some vacancies.

There are some things beyond the gift of gold,

A richer treasure’s needed now and then;

Some joys life needs which are not bought or sold – 

The high occasion calls for men.

Some for release from service give their pelf,

But he gives most who freely gives himself.

  

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