Classic Poem

Could this fair marble to the world impart
Half of the woes that rend a husband's heart,
Could it be taught to look with nature's eye,
Like friendship could it breathe the tender sigh,
With each dear rapture bid the bosom glow
Love e'er cou'd taste, or tenderness bestow;
Then might it tower unblam'd amid the skies,
And not to vanity, but virtue rise:
Its noblest pomp the humble eye endure,
And pride, when most it swell'd, here find a cure.
Cease then—nor at the Sovereign will repine;
It gives, we bless; it snatches, we resign:
To earth what came from earth returns again,
Heav'n fram'd the' immortal part above to reign.