Classic Poem

Poet , Poet, enter in,
Guiltless be thy soul of sin,
A double blessing on thy brow,
Holy is the moment now.

Poet, this should be to thee,
The sweetest sanctuary,
Rarest day twixt life and death,
When mind of man travaileth.

Poet, Poet, enter in,
Follow faithful, thou shalt win,
God hath sworn to give to thee
Deathless immortality.

Poet, in thy days of youth,
Banish error, worship truth,
When thou art infirm and old,
Happiness shall thee enfold.

Poet, Poet, enter in,
Thou art priest and paladin,
Who hath fear of hell or death,
When mind of man travaileth?