Quote#Death
Child of mortality, whence comest thou? Why is thy countenance sad,…
Quote byAnna Laetitia Barbauld · 1743–1825
Commonly attributed — not confirmed in an authoritative edition. Cited on Wikiquote to: Hymns in Prose for Children (London: J. Johnson, 1794), Hymn 10, p. 83..
English (original)
Child of mortality, whence comest thou? Why is thy countenance sad, and why are thine eyes red with weeping?
— Anna Laetitia Barbauld
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I read his awful name, emblazon'd high With golden letters on th' illumin'd sky.
It is to hope, tho' hope were lost.
O gently guide my pilgrim feet To find thy hermit cell; Where in some pure and equal sky Beneath thy soft indulgent eye The modest virtues dwell.
Flowers, the sole luxury which nature knew, In Eden's pure and guiltless garden grew.[…] Gay without toil, and lovely without art, They spring to cheer the sense, and glad the heart.
Man is the nobler growth our realms supply, And souls are ripen'd in our northern sky.
With Thee in shady solitudes I walk, With Thee in busy, crowded cities talk, In every creature own Thy forming power, In each event Thy providence adore.