The Christly spirit continues to give and bless, pouring out its love in unstinted measure, though no act or word or look tells of gratitude.
"If thy true service mounted, in its aim, No higher than the praise that men bestow On noble sacrifice, there might be shame That thou hast missed it so.
"But not for selfish gain or low reward, Didst thou so labor under shade and sun; But with the conscious sense that for thy Lord This weary work was done.
"He asked no thanks, no recognition nigh, No tender acceptation of his grace, No pitying tear from one responsive eye, No answering human face.
"To do God's will--that was enough for Christ, 'Mid griefs that make all agonies look dim.
It shall for thee suffice--it hath sufficed, As it sufficed for him." Yet while love does not work for wages, nor demand an equivalent for its services, it is sorely wronged when ungrateful lips are dumb.

The quality of ingratitude is not changed because faithful love is not frozen in the heart by its coldness.

We owe at least loving remembrance to one who has shown us kindness, though no other return may be possible, or though large return may already have been made.

We can never be absolved from the duty of being grateful.

"Owe no man anything but love" is a heavenly word.