Maxioms by Mrs. Anna Letitia Barbauld
Child of mortality, whence comest thou? Why is thy countenance
sad, and why are thine eyes red with weeping?
Child of mortality, whence comest thou? Why is thy countenance
sad, and why are thine eyes red with weeping?
So fades a summer cloud away;
So sinks the gale when storms are o'er;
So gently shuts read more
So fades a summer cloud away;
So sinks the gale when storms are o'er;
So gently shuts the eye of day;
So dies a wave along the shore.
