1. Though you may clothe me in a garment of blessing,
I tread carefully, giving thanks for what little it brings,

2. For a gift placed in the hands of one who speaks
Is not like a gift placed in hands that are silent.

3. This rose up from the lips of the eloquent speaker,
That fell from the quiet beneath the darkened veil.

4. And how often the world was stingy with the words of a praiser,
A master of speech, yet the giver's bounty was restrained.