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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, not dream them, all day long:
And so make life, death, and that vast for-ever
One grand, sweet song.
This poem is in the public domain.
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Charles Kingsley (1819 - 1875) was an English writer, minister, and university professor. He wrote in multiple genres, including several books for children, and was especially interested in history and sociatal standards and conditions.
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JoAnn Passalaqua:
I love this poem now. I remember grandma signing my autograph book using the first line. I always thought it implied that I was not clever. In context its the opposite. Such a beautiful poem.
Posted 06/08/2022 01:00 PM
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poetronics:
Thank you...yes, let us make it so.
Posted 05/05/2014 08:43 PM
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Dorcas:
A little sad. Thank you for your selections. I always enjoy them.
Posted 05/01/2014 12:54 PM
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Donna Pflueger:
What a sweet and gentle poem to end a FANTASTIC month of poetry. I am sad that it has come to an end. Thank you, Jayne for taking care of us and feeding us not only this month but every day!
Posted 04/30/2014 04:38 PM
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Cindy:
Thanks for the sweet journey through the month of poetry. I enjoyed it.
Posted 04/30/2014 09:19 AM
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gigi:
Thanks, Jayne, for elating us with a superb variety of poems and authors to celebrate April.
Posted 04/30/2014 06:44 AM
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phebe.davidson@gmail.com:
Thank you! It's been a fine month.
Posted 04/30/2014 05:39 AM
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rhonasheridan:
What a lovely verse. Delightful
Posted 04/30/2014 03:06 AM
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