Classic Poem

My childhood is a sphere
Wherein ten thousand heavenly joys appear.
Those thoughts it doth include
And those affections, which reviewed,
Again present to me
In better sort the things that I did see.
Imaginations real are
Unto my mind again appear:
Which makes my life a circle of delights,
A hidden sphere of obvious benefits:
An earnest that the actions of the just
Shall still revive and flourish in the dust.