Classic Poem

INTENDED FOR THE QOAKER.

Thou man of firmness turn this way,
Nor time by absence measure,
The sportive dance, the sprightly lay
Shall wake thee into pleasure:
Spite of thy formal outward man,
Thou'rt gay, as we shall prove thee;
Then cheer thee, laugh away thy span,
And let the spirit move thee.

II.

None are more just, more true, more fair,
More upright in their dealings,
Than men of thy profession are,
But are they without feelings?
E'en now I know thy honest heart
Full sorely doth reprove thee;
Be gay then, in our joy take part,
And let the spirit move thee.