Classic Poem

Too full for Speech, I rested here and sigh'd!
When the bright Youth with Anger thus replied,
Thou foolish Maid! tempt not the Pow'rs Divine,
But to the Great Creator's Will resign:
Think'st thou thy finite Sense can comprehend
The vast Decrees of Fate,
Or that 'tis fitting here below,
Thou should'st the final Causes know,
Of thy terrestrial State?
Heav'n is not partial; thy bold Words forbear,
Nor let thy Sorrows drive Thee to Despair:
We know he was all thou hast said, and more,
And therefore fitter for that Bliss,
To which he now exalted is,
And in bright Vision sees that God,
Which here he did adore.