Classic Poem

STRANGER ! the Man of N ATURE lies not here:
Enshrined far distant by the Scoffer's side
His relics rest, there by the giddy throng
With blind idolatry alike revered.
Wiselier directed have thy pilgrim feet
Explored the scenes of Ermenonville. R OUSSEAU
Loved these calm haunts of Solitude and Peace;
Here he has heard the murmurs of the lake,
And the soft rustling of the poplar grove,
When o'er its bending boughs the passing wind
Swept a gray shade. here, if thy breast be full,
If in thine eye the tear devout should gush,
His S PIRIT shall behold thee, to thine home
From hence returning, purified of heart.