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A FAREWELL.

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.
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