Classic Poem

Ye beauteous streams, that smoothly flow,
Ye fragrant gales that gently blow,
Ye lofty hills that proudly rise,
Ye verdant plains, and smiling skies,
Farewell:—To town I now repair,
To crowded strects, and foggy air.
No more I climb the mountain's side,
Or trace the current of the tide:
No more I'm shaded by the trees,
Or breathe the fragrance of the breeze.
Me, not allow'd such bliss to share,
My fortune dooms to toil and care.
'Tis duty summons me away,
And duty's call I must obey.
But, ah, my friends! how shall I go
From you, to whom so much I owe,
Who with politeness mingle ease,
And join the pow'r and will to please:
'Tis yours the bashful guest to chear,
His spirits raise, dispel his fear,
His feelings with indulgence view,
And pay his merits honour due.
Though forc'd to go, I leave behind
A grateful and devoted mind:
Still may you ev'ry blessing know
That worth successful can bestow.