Classic Poem

Enraptur'd gratitude! — While others seek
With glowing eloquence thy power to speak,
And ev'ry gem select with earnest care
To dress thy robe and deck thy golden hair.
Mine must the caution be (like some strange foe)
O'er all thy glowing tints a shade to throw!
For those like N — — , who, with gen'rous skill,
Call thee fair gratitude, to triumph still;
Too noble far to urge their heartfelt claim,
On thy sweet lyre wou'd check the note of fame,
And bid thee yield to Him thy fervent praise
Who gilds thy fav'rites with His heavenly rays.