Classic Poem

Tho ' Helicon! I seldom dream
Aside thy lovely limpid stream,
Nor glory that to me belong
Or elegance, or nerve of Song,
Or Hayley's easy-ambling horse,
Or Peter Pindar's comic force,
Or Mason's fine majestic flow,
Or aught that pleases one in Crowe —
Yet thus a saucy-suppliant bard!
I court the Muse's kind regard.
" O! whether, Muse! thou please to give
My humble verses long to live;
Or tell me The decrees of Fate
Have order'd them a shorter date —
I bow: yet O! may every word
Survive, however, George III.