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1875–1928

The Gifts

Isabel Ecclestone Mackay

I GIVE you Life, O child, a garden fair; I give you Love, a rose that blossoms there — I give a day to pluck it and to wear! I give you Death, O child — a boon more great —

That, when your Rose has withered and‘ tis late, You may pass out and, smiling, close the gate!

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