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]1 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]2 be clever; Do [lovely]3 things, not dream them, all day long; And so make [Life, and Death, and that For Ever,]4 One grand sweet song.
An Album of Eight Songs
Song Cycle by Sebastian Benson Schlesinger (1837 - 1917)
?. My fairest child  [sung text not yet checked]
- by Charles Kingsley (1819 - 1875), "A Farewell: To C. E. G.", written 1856, appears in Andromeda and Other Poems, first published 1858 [author's text checked 1 time against a primary source]
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1 Paine: "e'er we part, one lesson I can"
2 Paine: "will"
3 Paine: "noble"
4 Paine: "life, death, and that vast forever,"
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