Aikin Barbauld

And when midst fallen London, they survey The stone where Alexander's ashes lay, Shall own with humbled pride the lesson must By Time's slow finger written in the dust.

While Genius was thus wasting his strength in eccentric flights, I saw a person of a very different appearance, named Application.

It is to hope, though hope were lost.

The world has little to bestow Where two fond hearts in equal love are joined.

But every act in consequence of our faith, strengthens faith.

You speak of beginning the education of your son. The moment he was able to form an idea his education was already begun. . . .

Child of mortality, whence comest thou? Why is thy countenance sad, and why are thine eyes red with weeping?

The dead of midnight is the noon of thought.

So fades a summer cloud away; So sinks the gale when storms are over; So gently shuts the eye of day; So dies a wave along the shore.

Life! we've been long together, Through pleasant and through cloudy weather; 'Tis hard to part when friends are dear, Perhaps 'twill cost a sigh, a tear; Then steal away, give little warning; Choose thine own time; Say not 'Good-night'; but in some brighter clime Bid me 'Good-morning'.