Classic Poem

If my poor Harp has ever poured
A tone that Truth alone can give;
Thou wert the one who helped that tone
To win the echo that shall live.

For thou didst bid me shun the theme
Of morbid grief, or feigned delight;
Thou bad'st me think and feel ; not dream
And " look into my heart and write."

And looking in that heart just now;
'Mid all the memories there concealed;
I find thy name still dearly claim
The thanks in these few lines revealed.