Classic Poem

When you, good Ladies, bade me write,
My drowsy muse had taken flight;
But 'ere she reach'd her mossy bed,
I gave a call, and back she fled.

I humbly ask'd her what to say,
She answer'd — " On a Sabbath Day,
" If you persume to write a line,
" Be careful that it is divine:
" For know that every word and thought
" Shall be to strictest judgment brought;
" And what is now transacted here,
" Shall to unnumber'd worlds appear;
" When earth shall from her center fly,
" And stars desert the blazing sky;
" When frighted souls in vain shall call
" For rocks and hills on them to fall:
" Then let this day and night be spent,
" As in that day you'll not repent. "