A gift so small on such a date

A gift so small on such a date
Reflects the churlishness of fate ,
That grudges me by gifts to show
True measure of the love below ;
Fortune’s caprice I cannot wait —
Change when it may , ’tis still too late ;
My gift but measures my estate :
Think then no scorn that I bestow
A gift so small .

Your worth no censure can abate ,
No praise can lend too high a rate :
Though with the years my power may grow
To match my will , for this time know
None ever gave with love more great
A gift so small .

23 July 1953