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September 21, 1870[1]

By Charles Kingsley

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Speak low, speak little; who may sing          While yonder cannon-thunders boom?     Watch, shuddering, what each day may bring:          Nor 'pipe amid the crack of doom.'     And yet - the pines sing overhead,          The robins by the alder-pool,     The bees about the garden-bed,          The children dancing home from school.     And ever at the loom of Birth          The mighty Mother weaves and sings:     She weaves - fresh robes for mangled earth;          She sings - fresh hopes for desperate things.     And thou, too:    if through Nature's calm          Some strain of music touch thine ears,     Accept and share that soothing balm,          And sing, though choked with pitying tears.     Eversley, 1870.

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About Charles Kingsley

Charles Kingsley (1819–1875) was an English novelist, historian, and poet whose poem "The Three Fishers" and children's book "The Water-Babies" are Victorian classics. He was also a social reformer and advocate for "Christian Socialism."

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