John Langhorne Quotes
John Langhorne reflects tender, melancholy memories of motherhood, family and loss.
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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.