Nobility Of Goodness

  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!