Maxioms by Mrs. Anna Letitia Barbauld
Man is the nobler growth our realms supply
And souls are ripened in our northern sky.
Man is the nobler growth our realms supply
And souls are ripened in our northern sky.
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?
