Maxioms by Mrs. Anna Letitia Barbauld
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.
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.
