The Last Robin
Lyrics and Sonnets


by 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;

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     Who shall receive this dower?
See, Earth Mother, a handful of dust—
     Turn it into a flower. [Page 96]