Don’t Give A Will

Don’t give a will for when you come to die,
But now give all you are to earth and sky—
Your energy creative, your best work done,
The love you love, new battles to be won;
Give breath of thoughtful passion in a song,
Give judgments true, deciding right from wrong,
Give whole life’s power and send it straight
To knock apart the blocks of dull-eyed Fate!
Yea, give what you are entire, hold naught in;
Send out-growths of your spirit on to win.
Those wins, up-piled, be your mounting gold,
Your will to you, that you in life may hold.
‘Twill matter little when old hours fly
To give a will for when you come to die.

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