The Costliest Gift

I GIVE you a day of my life —
Treasure no gold could buy —
For peasant and peer are at one
When the time comes to die;
And all that the monarch has,
His koh-i-noor or his crown,
He would give for one more day
Ere he lay his dear life down.

They are winged, like the viewless wind —
These days that come and go —
And we count them, and think of the end,
But the end we cannot know:
The whole world darkens with pain
When a sunset fades in the west —
... I give you a day of my life,
My uttermost gift and my best.
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