Classic Poem

Ah ! Nature can reproach as well as soothe,
To her may Virtue from the world repair
For health and consolation; nor in vain.
For in her youth perpetually renewed,
Procession calm, and unsuspended life —
Is symbolised the tranquil might of Love,
And Truth's serene immutability.
Thus, still, by holier minds the type is hailed
As earnest of Ahuman altitude,
Hereafter to be won. But idly here
Shall vexed Ambition or worn Avarice court
Repose and vigour. In their order due
The plains resume their verdure, and the hills
Still turn their wonted aspects to the skies!
Still planets keep their trysting time with Earth!
Still Ocean laves the shores, and emulates
The rock-tower with his billow! Constant Day
Still wakes the world which the unfailing Night
Still kindly wins to slumber — as though ne'er
Lean, quivering hands had piled enjoyless hoards,
Nor the long crash of falling thrones disturbed
Rapt Nature's heaven-bound ear. O! he alone,
May seek in time for solace, who can look
Beyond it for his bliss.