Ethelwyn Wetherald

Legacies

UNTO my friends I give my thoughts,
 Unto my God my soul,
Unto my foe I leave my love–
 These are of life the whole.
 
Nay, there is something–a trifle–left;
 Who shall receive this dower?
See, Earth Mother, a handful of dust–
 Turn it into a flower.
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