A Farewell: To C.E.G

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.

by Charles Kingsley

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Who was C.E.G? This was a favourite poem of my grandmothers when she was young. Her initials then were C.E.S but when she married they became C.E.G: -)
Another homily for the beloved child- but delivered in gentle sweet words