My fairest child, I have no song to give you; <br />No lark could pipe in skies so dull and gray; <br />Yet, if you will, one quiet hint I'll leave you, <br />For every day. <br /> <br />I'll tell you how to sing a clearer carol <br />Than lark who hails the dawn or breezy down; <br />To earn yourself a purer poet's laurel <br />Than Shakespeare's crown. <br /> <br />Be good, sweet maid, and let who can be clever; <br />Do lovely things, not dream them, all day long; <br />And so make Life, and Death, and that For Ever, <br />One grand sweet song.<br /><br />Charles Kingsley<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-farewell-to-c-e-g/
