A Farewell 

I 

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. 

II 

Be good, sweet maid, and let who will be clever; 

Do noble things, ...

And so make life, death, and that vast for-ever 

One grand, sweet song. 

Charles Kingsley