Classic Poem

Cease lovely warbler cease thy fond complaint
And let thy grief give way to human woes
For all thy suffrings are to theirs but faint
When the full tide the bosom overflows
The happy partner of thy peaceful nest
In search of food alone has wander'd far
And on the mountain top he stops to rest
But love will guide him to reward thy care
Tis only mans to triumph o'er the heart
Theen throw it from him a neglected thing
To smile at all our pain and call it art
While constancy for us points every sting