Classic Poem

Sweet spot of nature hallowed by the tomb —
Of youth, of beauty, innocence and grace —
Where hecatombs of fragrent roses bloom —
And shed their odours on the sacred place —
See the fond parent hovring o'er the clay —
That now enshrines his lov'd Marias form —
See how he plucks each briar and weed away —
And decks her urn with all that sight can charm
Faries and moss clad dryades hear shall come
And beauteous wood nymphs drain from every tree
A rich libation of ambrosial gum
And Silvius bring his choicest gifts to thee
Here the gay birds their softest note repose
And tril their vespers to the opening day
And when pale Cynthia bids the hours to close
They haste to pour the elegiac lay. —
While blooming spring with every rural sweet
Here first returns the flowery wreath to weave
Here fairest loveliest virgins nightly meet —
To hang the wreath on their Marias grave. —
The matron friend with sympathetic heart —
With the lov'd Mother shall at eve repair —
And while of all her griefs she bears a part —
The weeping willow plants to shade the bier.
What sculpter'd form what fretted vault could give —
An ornament so lasting and so fair —
Whilst her memorial in our hearts shall live —
And natures self her monument shall rear. —