...Shall steep me in Elysian reverie, A momentary dream, that thou art she. My mother ! when I learn 'd that thou wast dead, Say, wast thou conscious of the tears I shed ? Hover'd thy spirit o'er thy sorrowing. son, Wretch oven then, life's journey just begun ? Perhaps...

...Shall steep me in Elysian reverie, A momentary dream, that thou art she. My mother ! when I learn'd that thou wast dead, Say, wast thou conscious of the tears I shed ? Hover'd thy spirit o'er thy sorrowing son, Wretch even then, life's journey just begun ? Perhaps...

...Shall steep me in Elysian reverie, A momentary dream, that thou art she. My mother! when I learn'd that thou wast dead, Say, wast thou conscious of the tears I shed ? Hover'd thy spirit o'er thy sorrowing son, Wretch even then, life's journey just begun ? Perhaps...

...for my relief; Shall steep me in Elysian reverie, A momentary dream, that thou art she.. My mother I when I learned that thou wast dead, Say, wast thou...sorrowing son, Wretch even then, life's journey just begun ? Perhaps thou gavest me, though unseen, a kiss ; Perhaps a tear, if souls can weep in bliss — Ah...

...Shall steep me in Elysian reverie, A momentary dream, that thou art she. My mother ! when I learn'd that thou wast dead, Say, wast thou conscious of the tears I shed ? Hover'd thy spirit o'er thy sorrowing son, Wretch even then, life's journey just begun? Perhaps a...

...Shall steep me in Elysian reverie, A momentary dream, that thou art she. My mother! when I learn'd that thou wast dead, Say, wast thou conscious of the tears I shed ? Hover'd thy spirit o'er thy sorrowing son, Wretch even then, life's journey just begun? Perhaps thou...

...beautiful little poem of Cowper, on the receipt of his mother's picture : My mother ! when I learn'd that thou wast dead. Say, wast thou conscious of the tears I she'd ? Hover'd thy spirit o'er thy sorrowing son, Wretch even the'n, life's journey just begun ? I hear'd...

...Shall steep me in Elysian reverie, A momentary dream, that thou art she. My mother ! when I learn'd that thou wast dead Say, wast thou conscious of the tears I shed? Hover'd thy spirit o'er thy sorr'wing son, Wretch even then, life's journey just begun? Perhaps thou...

...oft Her tale of guilt renews : Her voice is terrible though soft, And dread of death ensues. Cowper. My mother! when I learned that thou wast dead, Say, wast thou conscious of the tears I shed t Id. Throned in the vaulted heart his dread resort, Inexorable Comcience holde his court, With still...

...oft Her tale of guilt renews : Her voice is terrible though soft. And dread of death ensues. Coarper. My mother! when I learned that thou wast dead. Say, wast thou contcimu of the tears I shed 7 Id, Throned in the vaulted heart his dread resort, Inexorable Conscience...