I have not gathered gold;
The fame that I won perished;
In love I found but sorrow,
That withered my life.
Of wealth or of glory
I shall leave nothing behind me
(I think it, O God, enough!)
But my name in the heart of a child.
To Death
Padraic Pearse
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Poem topics: child, god, heart, life, sorrow, wealth, gold, love, I love you, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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