...sorrow spent, I learn 'd at last submission to my lot, But, though I less deplor'd thee, ne'er forgot. Where once we dwelt our name is heard no more, Children...the public way, Delighted with my bauble coach, and wrapp'd In scarlet mantle warm, and velvet cap, 'Tis now become a history little known, That once we...

...May I but meet thee on that peaceful shore. The parting soitml shall pass my lips no more ' ********* Where once we dwelt our name is heard no more, Children...not thine have trod my nursery floor ; And where the ganl'per, Rrbin, day by day, Drew me to school along the public way, Delighted with my bauble coacli,...

...spent', I learned', at last', submission to my lot', But', though I less deplored thee', ne'erb forgot'. Where once we dwelt our name is heard no more Children...gardener Robin', day by day', Drew me to school along the publick way', Delighted with my bauble coach', and wrapped' In scarlet mantle warm', and velvet capped',...

...sorrow spent, I learn'd at last submission to my lot, But though I less deplored thee, ne'er forgot. Where once we dwelt our name is heard no more. Children...bauble coach, and wrapt In scarlet mantle warm, and velvet capt, 'Tis now become a history little known, That once we call'd the pastoral house our own....

...thus commemorated in a singularly beautiful and pathetic composition on the portrait of his mother. Where once we dwelt our name is heard no more, Children...not thine have trod my nursery floor, And where the gard'ner Robin, day by day, Drew me to school along the public way, Delighted with my bauble coach,...

...thus commemorated in a singularly beautiful and pathetic composition on the portrait of his mother. Where once we dwelt our name is heard no more, Children...not thine have trod my nursery floor, And where the gard'ner Robin, day by day, Drew me to school along the public way, Delighted with my bauble coach,...

...our name is heard no more; Children not thine, have trod my nurs'ry floor ; Ami where the gard'ner Robin, day by day, Drew me to school, along the public way, Delighted with my bauble coach, and wrapp'd In scarlet mantle warm, and velvet-capp'd ; 'Tia now become a Uist'ry little known. That once...

...over-carefulness. Who remembers not Cowper's delineation of maternal tenderness ? — — ' The gard'ner Robin, day by day, Drew me to school along the public way, Delighted with my bauble coach, and wrapp'd In scarlet mantle warm, and velvet cap' — ' Thy nightly visits to my chamber made, Thy morning...

...sorrows spent, I learn'd at last submission to my lot, But, though I less deplored thee, ne'er forgot. Where once we dwelt our name is heard no more, Children...'Tis now become a history little known, That once we call'd the pastoral house our own. Shortlived possession ! But the record fair, That memory keeps of...

...sorrow spent, I learn'd, at last, submission to my lot, But though I less deplored thee, ne'er forgot. Where once we dwelt, our name is heard no more, Children...bauble coach, and wrapt In scarlet mantle warm, and velvet cap, T is now become a history little known, That once we call'd the pastoral house our own....