...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 sorr'wing 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 thou...

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

...both father and mother, saw them sewed up in the same hammock, and committed to a watery grave ! " My mother, when I learned 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...

...mother, when I learn'd that then 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 gav'st me, though unfelt, a kiss ; Perhaps a tear, if souls can weep in bliss : Ah,...

...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 sh6d? Hover'd thy spirit o'er thy sorrowing son, Wretch even then, life's journey just begun ? I heard...

...poignantly, and he has recorded his feelings on this occasion in the most beautiful of his minor poems. My mother! when I learned that thou wast dead, Say,...son, — Wretch even then, life's journey just begun ? Perhaps thou gav'st me, though unseen, a kiss, Perhaps a tear, if souls can weep in bliss. 1 heard...

...poignantly, and he has recorded his feelings on this occasion in the most beautiful of his minor poems. My mother ! when I learned that thou wast dead, Say,...son, — Wretch even then, life's journey just begun ? Perhaps thou gav'st me, though unseen, a kiss, Perhaps a tear, if souls can weep in bliss. 1 heard...

...; Voice only fails, else how distinct they say, " Grieve not my child ! chase all thy fears away !" My mother ! when I learned 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...