My fairest child, I have no song to give you;
No lark could pipe to skies so dull and gray;
Yet, ere we part, one lesson I can leave you
For every day.
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 forever
One grand, sweet song.
2 comments:
Beautiful!
LORD, LET US ALL BE GOOD AND DO NOBLE THINGS RATHER THAN DREAM THEM.
**THIS IS A SPECIAL ENTRY, TOUCHED MY HEART IN A SPECIAL WAY. THANK YOU. Barbpinion
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