Classic Poem

Farewel, ye lawns!—by fond remembrance blest,
As witnesses of gay unclouded hours;
Where, to maternal Friendship's bosom prest,
My happy childhood past amid your bowers.
Ye wood-walks wild!—where leaves and fairy flowers
By Spring's luxuriant hand are strewn anew;
Rocks!—whence with shadowy grace rude Nature lours
O'er glens and haunted streams!—a long adieu!
And you!—O promised Happiness!—whose voice
Deluded Fancy heard in every grove,
Bidding this tender, trusting heart, rejoice
In the bright prospect of unfailing love:
Tho' lost to me—still may thy smile serene
Bless the dear lord of this regretted scene.