For Freedom's battle once begun,
Bequeath'd by bleeding sire to son.
Though baffled oft is ever won. [ Byron ]

Let's choose executors and talk of wills:
And yet not so, for what can we bequeath
Save our deposed bodies to the ground? [ William Shakespeare ]

They are the heritage that glorious minds
Bequeath unto the world! — a glittering store
Of gems, more precious far than those he finds
Who searches miser's hidden treasures over.
They are the light, the guiding star of youth.
Leading his spirit to the realms of thought,
Pointing the way to Virtue, Knowledge, Truth,
And teaching lessons, with deep wisdom fraught.
They cast strange beauty round our earthly dreams,
And mystic brightness over our daily lot;
They lead the soul afar to fairy scenes,
Where the world's under visions enter not;
They're deathless and immortal — ages pass away,
Yet still they speak, instruct, inspire, amidst decay! [ Emeline S. Smith ]