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Charles Kingsley - A Farewell
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My fairest child, I have no song to give you;
No lark could pipe in skies so dull and gray;
Yet, if you will, one quiet hint I`ll leave you,
For every day.

I`ll tell you how to sing a clearer carol
Than lark who hails the dawn or breezy down
To earn yourself a purer poet`s laurel
Than Shakespeare`s crown.

Be good, sweet maid, and let who can be clever;
Do lovely things, not dream them, all day long;
And so make Life, and Death, and that For Ever,
One grand sweet song.
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