From My Present Mountaintop

I look on what you did for me:
The years of borrowed days,
The sacrifice of liberty
That only love repays;

The grace with which you gave yourselves,
Though not without great cost,
Not blaming me for fortune's gift
Nor counting what was lost.

I feel a flood of gratitude
Like sunlight through my heart,
A light that lights the candle of
The life about to start.