Classic Poem

Stern winter now, by spring repress'd,
Forbears the long-continu'd strife,
And nature, on her naked breast,
Delights to catch the gales of life.

Now, o'er the rural kingdom roves
Soft Pleasure with her laughing train,
Love warbles in the vocal groves,
And vegetation paints the plain.

Unhappy! whom to beds of pain
Arthritic tyranny consigns,
Whom smiling nature courts in vain,
Tho' rapture sings, and beauty shines.

Yet, tho' my limbs disease invades,
Her wings Imagination tries,
And bears me to the peaceful shades,
Where — 's humble turrets rise.

Here stop, my soul, thy rapid flight,
Nor from the pleasing groves depart,
Where first great nature charm'd my sight,
Where wisdom first inform'd my heart.

Here, let me, thro' the vales, pursue
A guide, a father, and a friend;
Once more great nature's work review,
Once more on wisdom's voice attend.

From false caresses, causeless strife,
Wild hope, vain fear, alike remov'd,
Here let me learn the use of life,
Then best enjoy'd, when most improv'd.

Teach me, thou venerable bow'r,
Cool meditation's quiet seat,
The gen'rous scorn of venal pow'r,
The silent grandeur of retreat.

When Pride, by guilt, to greatness climbs,
Or raging factions rush to war,
Here let me learn to shun the crimes
I can't prevent, and will not share.

But, lest I fall by subtler foes,
Bright wisdom teach me Curio 's art,
The swelling passions to compose,
And quell the rebels of the heart.