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.

It is to hope, though hope were lost.

It is to hope, though hope were lost.

Fair Venus shines
Even in the eye of day; with sweetest beam
Propitious shines, and shakes a read more

Fair Venus shines
Even in the eye of day; with sweetest beam
Propitious shines, and shakes a trembling flood
Of softened radiance from her dewy locks.

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?

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.