Classic Poem

Oh thou, whose ardent soul aspires
To ev'ry object, bright and new,
'Mid sprightly hopes and gay desires,
Accept A MANDA'S last adieu!

When rapt'rous Novelty shall fade,
And ev'ry scene so lov'd and fair,
Oh ne'er let mists of Folly shade
The light that Wisdom borrow'd there.

Full oft in scenes of deep distress
She prints her awful lessons too;
Yet rarely can her power suppress
The anguish of a last adieu!

When foreign climes can yield no more,
And Fancy pines for soft repose,
Perchance a wish may waft thee o'er
Where silver Colne meand'ring flows:

And Colne shall roll his silver wave,
(Of Time's soft course an emblem too);
While Friendship, with'ring in the grave,
May greet thee with a last Adieu!