Classic Poem

E LPHIN ! fair as roseate morn,
Cease, O! lovely youth, to mourn;
Mortals never should presume
To dispute their Maker's doom,
Feeble race, too blind to scan
What th' Almighty deigns for man;
Humble hope be still thy guide,
Steady faith thy only pride,
Then despair will fade away,
Like demons at th' approach of day:
Cunllo's prayers acceptance gain,
Goodness never sues in vain;
He who form'd the sky is just,
In him alone, O Elphin! trust.
See glist'ning spoils in shoals appear,
Fate smiles this hour on Gwiddno's wear.