Classic Poem

Dear to each Muse, and to thy Country dear,
Welcome once more to breathe thy native Air:
Not half so cheering is the solar Ray,
To the harsh Rigour of a Winter's Day;
Not half so grateful fanning Breezes rise,
When the hot Dog Star burns the Summer Skies;
CAESARAE's Shore with Acclamation rings,
And, Welcome SCHUYLER, every Shepherd sings.
See for thy Brows, the Laurel is prepar'd,
And justly deem'd, a PATRIOT, thy Reward;
Ev'n future Ages shall enroll thy Name,
In sacred Annals of immortal Fame.