1. A hand of yours I have that can never repay
What it owes, though my thanks be unending;

2. Kindness and joy like thick clouds that display
Welcome, as their first drops to earth they are sending;

3. Whenever misfortune too heavy would lay
Its load upon me, I called, comprehending

4. That soon as I called it would vanish away;
And gifts I recall, and remember befriending;

5. Noble traits, if rehearsed, you at once claim as kin,
And nobleness itself finds in you its true brother;

6. You gave it a soul that would banish all sin,
A soul that the song-birds of kindness call mother;