and what is the greatest of gifts
but the most pleasant surprise;
just the words are never enough;
where they come from is the prize;
what you find is what you’re given;
and so, honored are the wise;
the trust that never fails
is the sight that never dies.
o I beg your pardon—
trust the trust in my eyes—
the excuses you grant me
are your gifts of the skies!
and whatever you have now
is for forever and multiplies—