On the heart That often ached for an approving word, We lay forget-me-nots--we turn away, And find the world is colder for the loss Of this so faulty and so loving one.
"Think of that moment, ye who reckon close With love--so much for every gentle thought, The moment when love's richest gifts are naught: When a pale flower, upon a pulseless breast, Like your regret, exhales its sweets in vain." But it is not enough that we be grateful and show our gratitude to the human friends who do us kindnesses.

It is to God that we owe all.
Every good and perfect gift, no matter how it reaches us, through what messenger, in what form, "cometh down from above, from the Father of lights." All the blessings of Providence, all the tender things that come to us through human love and friendship, are God's gifts.
"Whence came the father-heart in man, The mother-heart in woman?
The love throughout the cosmic plan Which makes God's children human?
"These never came: what we control Is good because 'tis given, And all made better to man's soul By the sweet touch of heaven." We owe thanks to God, therefore, for all that we receive.

When we have shown gratitude to our human benefactors, we still owe our Heavenly Father thanks and gratitude.

It is possible, too, for us to be grateful to the friends who help us, and yet be as atheists, never recognizing God, nor giving him any thanks.

This is the sorest sin of all.