A Farewell


My fairest child, I have no song to give you;
No lark could pipe to skies so dull and grey:
Yet, ere we part, one lesson I can leave you
For every day.


Be good, sweet maid, and let who will be clever;
Do noble things, not dream them, all day long:
And so make life, death, and that vast for-ever
One grand, sweet song.

by Charles Kingsley

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In 1967 as I left for college my mom quoted two lines from this...I searched now and have tears...
My mum used to recite this to my sister and me as we headed off to school every morning. Now I recite it to my daughter.
I find this poem more of an elegy... sweet and short.
beautiful poem. I liked it. thank you.
a beautifully given advice poem? rings true to day!
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