Legends and Lyrics Part 2

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Author: Adelaide Anne Proctor

Verse: My Will

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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Chicago: Adelaide Anne Proctor, "Verse: My Will," Legends and Lyrics Part 2, ed. Sutherland, Alexander, 1853-1902 and trans. Seaton, R. C. in Legends and Lyrics Part 2 (New York: George E. Wood, ""Death-bed"" edition, 1892), Original Sources, accessed August 15, 2022, http://www.originalsources.com/Document.aspx?DocID=3X2TCKGYQ3H67QL.

MLA: Proctor, Adelaide Anne. "Verse: My Will." Legends and Lyrics Part 2, edited by Sutherland, Alexander, 1853-1902, and translated by Seaton, R. C., in Legends and Lyrics Part 2, New York, George E. Wood, ""Death-bed"" edition, 1892, Original Sources. 15 Aug. 2022. http://www.originalsources.com/Document.aspx?DocID=3X2TCKGYQ3H67QL.

Harvard: Proctor, AA, 'Verse: My Will' in Legends and Lyrics Part 2, ed. and trans. . cited in ""Death-bed"" edition, 1892, Legends and Lyrics Part 2, George E. Wood, New York. Original Sources, retrieved 15 August 2022, from http://www.originalsources.com/Document.aspx?DocID=3X2TCKGYQ3H67QL.