Classic Poem

And does my Laura kindly condescend,
And will she deign to be Emelia's friend?
Will she accept the humble wreath I twine,
Nor be dishonor'd by such praise as mine?
Transcendent goodness; what can I repay,
The favour far exceeds my highest lay:
On you Apollo shines with brightest beam,
Which makes your praise alone an equal theme,
For numbers such as your's inspir'd by him,
But tho' I cannot sing with tuneful skill
Of the soft theme, I all its power can feel:
And do, my friend, with sympathetic heart,
In all your sorrows, bear a tender part;
Affliction's fire has humanized my mind,
And in some good degree the mass refin'd:
A mother's death demands the filial tear, —
An absent Husband claims the sigh sincere.
But in my Laura's friendship I shall find
A balmy cordial for my anxious mind.