Maxioms by Mrs. Anna Letitia Barbauld
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.
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.
