I <br /> <br />My fairest child, I have no song to give you; <br />No lark could pipe to skies so dull and grey: <br />Yet, ere we part, one lesson I can leave you <br />For every day. <br /> <br />II <br /> <br />Be good, sweet maid, and let who will be clever; <br />Do noble things, not dream them, all day long: <br />And so make life, death, and that vast for-ever <br />One grand, sweet song.<br /><br />Charles Kingsley<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-farewell-3/
