Classic Poem

Great Genius, if thou still do'st know
The Wishes of thy Friends;
Or still tak'st Part in what is done below,
Thy kind Attention now bestow,
Thy wonted Succours lend.
Oh come, Dear Friend, but come in Dream,
And help me weild this mighty Theam;
Still be thou humble, kind, and free,
And teach me Notes deserving thee.
But ah! fond Maid, thou beg'st in Vain,
Thy Sighs are lost in Air:
The happy Dryden slights thy Pain,
Nor listens to thy Pray'r.
Far, far remov'd from Earth's dull misty Shoar,
He sees not mortal Cares, he hears their Plaints no more.