Classic Poem

Melancholy , friend to Grief,
Ever o'er my spirit reign,
To my sorrows bring relief
And thyself inspire my strain.

When thy sadness can impart
All its healing, soft'ning powers,
Then thy tears are to the heart
Like the falling dew to flowers.

Happy he whose peaceful day
In retirement gently flows
From the busy world away
All the balmy calm he knows.

Then he hopes alone in thee
Some relief from care to find,
Seeking no society
But his memory or mind.