Child of mortality, whence comest thou? Why is thy countenance sad, and why are thine eyes red with weeping?
Anna Letitia BarbauldMan is the nobler growth our realms supply, And souls are ripened in our northern sky.
Anna Letitia BarbauldChild of mortality, whence comest thou? Why is thy countenance sad, and why are thine eyes red with weeping?
Anna Letitia BarbauldMan is the nobler growth our realms supply, And souls are ripened in our northern sky.
Anna Letitia Barbauld