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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What's the occasion of the parting? The advice is almost like the idea (I think echoed by Nietzsche?) that one should live one's life as though crafting a work of art. Difficult to do on a monday morning in January, when everyone is being grumpy... But not a bad idea
My late Mum wrote this poem in my autograph book when I was quite young,Words that touch the heart.
What terrible dispiriting advice to a clever girl. Typical Victorian paternalistic drivel.
In my experience sweet maids can be both clever and good.
In 1967 as I left for college my mom quoted two lines from this...I searched now and have tears...
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