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MAKING MY WILL

Did you ask me what I was doing?
 Only this, I've been making my will,—
Numbering over the treasures
 I shall leave when my heart-throb grows still.
I know only those who have loved me,
 Will find worth in what will be given,
For I haven't much wealth but affection,
 Save what may be laid up in heaven.

Were you saying 'twas strange I should write then,
 When I claim neither houses, nor gold?
Don't you know that the heart's inner chambers
 Hold wealth whose worth is untold?
Only yesterday I was reading,
 The heart-will of one now at rest,
And I thought 'twas a joy to thus number
 Sweet gifts to those we love best.

Mother dear, to you and to father,
 I will leave a fair casket of gold;
The gold of obedience wrapping close
 Gratitude's bright gems in its hold.
And my sister shall have a sweet garland,
 I'll make ready with love's fond care;
On each flower I'll trace a blessing,
 And on every leaf a prayer.

And to you, ah, dear, I'd forgotten,
 You are treading the golden street,
I must e'en take my gift up with me,
 In hope that we there may meet.
I will leave of these flowers unfading
 A portion for many a friend,
They will symbol that undying friendship
 That suffers no change nor end.

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