A Legacy to a Camper

If I had power to make this will,
I would bequeath to you
The child-like sense of wonder
To last the long years through.

Wonder - the gift of magic sight.
To see with eager eyes
Each miracle of beauty
In forest, lake and skies

The scarlet flames of autumn,
The tender shades of spring,
The luna moth unfolding
Her gossamer green wing;

The clear call of the hermit thrush,
The crescent moon swung low,
The sunset, from a hilltop
The firelight's ruddy glow

A legacy of wonder!
Could you but guess its worth!
No other precious dower
Would so transform the earth.

Wonder enough to squander
On every glad surprise,
For every golden morning,
For every new emprise.

If I had power to make this will,
I would bequeath to you
The child-like sense of wonder
To last the long years through.