Classic Poem

Verannius, of all friends I love,
Tho' infinite that number prove,
The chiefest, and the best;
To thy fond brothers, to thy gods,
Thy mother, and thy sweet abodes,
Art thou return'd at last?

O, dearest of all news to me!
And shall I then delighted see
Verannius safe again?
Hear him, I know his custom well,
Of Spain in graceful language tell,
Its manners, laws, and men?

Once more I shall his neck embrace;
Once more his eyes, his chearful face,
With hearty welcome kiss!——
Happiest of mortals sure am I!
Who can with me in pleasure vie,
Who rival me in bliss?