He looked around the room and saw his ten--
A few short hours was all he had to live--
He smiled, "Six stately women, four tall men!
To you I leave no lands or gold but give
An honored name on which you each may build
Your cherished castles, live your dreams and find
No breath of scandal that must needs be stilled--
No specters that can haunt your peace of mind;
For though I have but walked the lowly road
My thoughts have been as high as yonder star.
My love has lightened every heavy load;
And I have watched you climb to where you are
Pride in my heart--Now my short trek is ended.
Continue choosing pathways, broad and splendid."