|John Bartlett (18201905). Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. 1919.|
|Jane Taylor. (17831824)|
| Though man a thinking being is defined,|
Few use the grand prerogative of mind.
How few think justly of the thinking few!
How many never think, who think they do!
| Essays in Rhyme. (On Morals and Manners. Prejudice.) Essay i. Stanza 45.|
| Far from mortal cares retreating,|
Sordid hopes and vain desires,
Here, our willing footsteps meeting,
Every heart to heaven aspires.
| I thank the goodness and the grace|
Which on my birth have smiled,
And made me, in these Christian days,
A happy Christian child.
| A Childs Hymn of Praise.|
| Oh that it were my chief delight|
To do the things I ought!
Then let me try with all my might
To mind what I am taught.
| For a Very Little Child. 1|
| Who ran to help me when I fell,|
And would some pretty story tell,
Or kiss the place to make it well?
| My Mother.|