LIFE.The following lines were by Mrs. Anna Letitia Barbauld, an English writer of great merit, extensively known as the author of excellent Hymns, and Early Lessons for Children. She was born in 1743, and lived to be nearly eighty-two years old. She employed the latter part of her life in editing a series of the best English novels and essays, accompanied with biographical sketches of the authors; and compositions in prose and verse continued to be her favorite occupation to the last.Life!I know not what thou art,But know that thou and I must part;And when, or how, or where we met,I own to me’s a secret yet.Life! we have 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 climeBid me Good Morning!
LIFE.
The following lines were by Mrs. Anna Letitia Barbauld, an English writer of great merit, extensively known as the author of excellent Hymns, and Early Lessons for Children. She was born in 1743, and lived to be nearly eighty-two years old. She employed the latter part of her life in editing a series of the best English novels and essays, accompanied with biographical sketches of the authors; and compositions in prose and verse continued to be her favorite occupation to the last.
The following lines were by Mrs. Anna Letitia Barbauld, an English writer of great merit, extensively known as the author of excellent Hymns, and Early Lessons for Children. She was born in 1743, and lived to be nearly eighty-two years old. She employed the latter part of her life in editing a series of the best English novels and essays, accompanied with biographical sketches of the authors; and compositions in prose and verse continued to be her favorite occupation to the last.
Life!I know not what thou art,But know that thou and I must part;And when, or how, or where we met,I own to me’s a secret yet.Life! we have 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 climeBid me Good Morning!
Life!I know not what thou art,But know that thou and I must part;And when, or how, or where we met,I own to me’s a secret yet.Life! we have 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 climeBid me Good Morning!
Life!I know not what thou art,But know that thou and I must part;And when, or how, or where we met,I own to me’s a secret yet.
Life!I know not what thou art,
But know that thou and I must part;
And when, or how, or where we met,
I own to me’s a secret yet.
Life! we have 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 climeBid me Good Morning!
Life! we have 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!