Classic Poem

I see my kind protector come—
To sooth my throbing heart to rest—
He breaks that clouds o'erspreading gloom—
And chases midnight from my breast.—
No tis not him a shadowy sprite—
So like my lover met my eyes—
Some angel left the fields of light—
Touch'd with compassion at my sighs.—
No more he joins the Social band—
Around my chearful fire side—
Where friendships fascinating wand—
Once made his hours serenely glide.—
Tis not for me that voice to hear—
Whence sprightly wit and manly sense
Can flow to charm the brow of care—
And wisdoms choicest gifts despense.
But he shall live within my heart—
His Image all my Joy supply—
And when death hurls the fatal dart
Ill bear it with me to the sky—

Yes see the blesed hour arrives—
Ev'n now the peaceful clime I view—
Where gentle love and virtue thrives—
And souls their lapsed powers renew.
No disapointment enters there—
The tender heart no absence pains—
For love refin'd is angels fare—
For love eternal ever reigns.—