Classic Poem

With many a weary step, at length I gain
Thy summit, Lansdown; and the cool breeze play
Gratefully round my brow, as hence I gaze
Back on the fair expanse of yonder plain.
'Twas a long way and tedious; to the eye
Though fair the extended vale, and fair to view
The autumnal leaves of many a faded hue,
That eddy in the wild gust moaning by,
Even so it fared with life: in discontent
Restless through Fortune's mingled scenes I went
Yet wept to think they would return no more.
But cease, fond heart, in such sad thoughts to roam
For surely thou ere long shalt reach thy home;
And pleasant is the way that lies before.