Quotes

Quotes - Langhorne

Cold on Canadian hills or Minden's plain,
Perhaps that parent mourned her soldier slain;
Bent o'er her babe, her eye dissolved in dew,
The big drops mingling with the milk he drew
Gave the sad presage of his future years,--
The child of misery, baptized in tears.

John Langhorne

The child of misery, baptized in tears!

John Langhorne

With all thy sober charms possest, Whose wishes never learnt to stray.

John Langhorne