<h3 id="The_Gifts">The Gifts</h3>
<p>I GIVE you Life, O child, a garden fair;<br/>
I give you Love, a rose that blossoms there—<br/>
I give a day to pluck it and to wear!</p>
<p>I give you Death, O child—a boon more great—<br/>
That, when your Rose has withered and ’tis late,<br/>
You may pass out and, smiling, close the gate!</p>
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