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.

Is there not
A tongue in every star that talks with man,
And wooes him to be read more

Is there not
A tongue in every star that talks with man,
And wooes him to be wise? nor wooes in vain;
This dead of midnight is the noon of thought,
And wisdom mounts her zenith with the stars.

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.

It is to hope, though hope were lost.

It is to hope, though hope were lost.