Classic Poem

Such various learning in this Work appears,
As seems the slow result of length of years;
Yet these dark Truths explain'd in such a way,
As only youth cou'd write a stile so gay.

While life so short, and Art so long we mourn,
Science in you appears not taught, but born.
While Newton's deep Philosophy you tell,
You show the pleasing gift to trifle well.

So Eden rose, as we in Moses find,
(The only Emblem of thy happy mind)
Where ev'ry charm of ev'ry season meets;
The Fruit of Autumn mix'd with vernal sweets.