Classic Poem

Ill fated Flavia! left in blooming youth
To weep forgotten vows and broken truth;
Left, the keen pressure of distress to prove
And all the pangs of ill requited love!
Yet still she struggled thro with generous pride,
Nor only bore her wrongs, but strove to hide;
The griefs she could not quell, she scornd to own,
And drew resources from herself alone.
Her active mind above her fortunes rose,
And smil'd superiour to a weight of woes.