Classic Poem

Angels are gaurds to innocence so pure
Beauty must fade but virtue shall endure
Beyond the date of times relentless power
You'll find its influence in each trying hour
Sprightly as bounding Roes yet grave as gay
The perfect emblem of the charms of May
Or gentle dews descending on the rose
Chearing the sense unconscious whence it flows
Knowing how little she can ever know
The wit of others gives her mind a glow
Opens each door to let instruction in
Nor ever fails the promis'd fruit to win.