by William Spell What measure of my life do I impart? What legacy is left when I depart? Some men claim glorious deeds to their name; Some say uplifting words will bring them fame. Of words and deeds I could securely boast, But 'tis not these you should remember most. Some build a fortune, accumulate wealth, Still others may sing of their robust health. Art--that's it!--He made the mundane divine. But none of these things should you say are mine. Some men, great thinkers, are known as well schooled; Some men are more stately, who empires ruled. What measure of my life do I impart? Say that I loved you with all of my heart.