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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=508526" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>My Will</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I've made my Will. I don't believe<br> In luxury and wealth;<br>And to those loving ones who grieve<br> My age and frailing health<br>I give the meed to soothe their ways<br> That they may happy be,<br>And pass serenely all their days<br> In snug security.<br> <br>That duty done, I leave behind<br> The all I have to give<br>To crippled children and the blind<br> Who lamentably live;<br>Hoping my withered hand may freight<br> To happiness a few<br>Poor innocents whom cruel fate<br> Has cheated of their due.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">A am no grey philanthropist,<br> Too humble is my lot<br>Yet how I'm glad to give the grist<br> My singing mill has brought.<br>For I have had such lyric days,<br> So rich, so full, so sweet,<br>That I with gratitude and praise<br> Would make my life complete.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I'VE MADE MY WILL: now near the end,<br> At peace with all mankind,<br>To children lame I would be friend,<br> And brother to the blind . . .<br>And if there be a God, I pray<br> He bless my last bequest,<br>And in His love and pity say:<br> &quot;Good servant,--rest!&quot;</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Robert+William+Service">Robert William Service</a><div class=q>
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 In luxury and wealth;
And to those loving ones who grieve
 My age and frailing health
I give the meed to soothe their ways
 That they may happy be,
And pass serenely all their days
 In snug security.
 
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