Legends and Lyrics - Second Series
MY WILL

Adelaide A

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Since I have no lands or houses,

And no hoarded golden store,

What can I leave those who love me

When they see my face no more?

Do not smile; I am not jesting,

Though my words sound gay and light,

Listen to me, dearest Alice,

I will make my Will to-night.

First for Mabel--who will never

Let the dust of future years

Dim the thought of me, but keep it

Brighter still: perhaps with tears.

In whose eyes, whate'er I glance at,

Touch, or praise, will always shine,

Through a strange and sacred radiance,

By Love's Charter, wholly mine;

She will never lend to others

Slenderest link of thought I claim,

I will, therefore, to her keeping

Leave my memory and my name.

Bertha will do truer service

To her kind than I have done,

So I leave to her young spirit

The long Work I have begun.

Well! the threads are tangled, broken,

And the colours do not blend,

She will bend her earnest striving

Both to finish and amend:

And, when it is all completed,

Strong with care and rich with skill,

Just because my hands began it,

She will love it better still.

Ruth shall have my dearest token,

The one link I dread to break,

The one duty that I live for,

She, when I am gone, will take.

Sacred is the trust I leave her,

Needing patience, prayer, and tears;

I have striven to fulfil it,

As she knows--these many years.

Sometimes hopeless, faint, and weary

Yet a blessing shall remain

With the task, and Ruth will prize it

For my many hours of pain.

What must I leave you, my Alice?

Nothing, Love, to do or bear,

Nothing that can dim your blue eyes

With the slightest cloud of care.

I will leave my heart to love you,

With the tender faith of old;

Still to comfort, warm, and light you,

Should your life grow dark or cold.

No one else, my child, can claim it;

Though you find old scars of pain,

They were only wounds, my darling,

There is not, I trust, one stain.

Are my gifts indeed so worthless

Now the slender sum is told?

Well, I know not: years may bless them

With a nobler price than gold.

Am I poor? ah no, most wealthy,

Not in these poor gifts you take,

But in the true hearts that tell me

You will keep them for my sake.

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