Isabel Ecclestone Mackay

(25 November 1875 – 15 August 1928 / Canada)

The Gifts - Poem by 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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Poem Submitted: Monday, September 6, 2010

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