Classic Poem

Of all returns in man's device
'Tis gratitude that makes the price,
And what Sincerity designs
Is richer than Peruvian mines.
Hence estimate the heart's intent,
In what the thankful hands present.
This volume soon shall worth derive
From what your industry shall hive
Soon will it in each leaf produce
The tale of innocence and use.
O, what pleasure there appears
In a train of well spent years!
Think of this whene'er you look
On this small but useful book.
Here too let your appointments be,
And set down many a day for me.
Your Saviour shall himself record
The hours you lend unto the Lord;
Where angels sing and cherubs smile
And Truth's the everlasting style.
O may the year we now renew
Be stor'd with happiness for you!
With all the wealth your friends would chuse
And all the praise yourself refuse.
The guise of diffidence profest
And meekness bowing to be blest.