Maxioms by Mrs. Anna Letitia Barbauld
It is to hope, though hope were lost.
It is to hope, though hope were lost.
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.
