Charles Kingsley

(12 June 1819 – 23 January 1875 / Devon, England)

A Farewell: To C.E.G - Poem by Charles Kingsley

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.

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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 3, 2003

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