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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.
February 1, 1856.