Classic Poem

Night Sober Goddess nurse of tender thought—
In sable mantle studded o'er with gems
And fring'd with silver clouds so richly wrought
Which art in every varied form Contems
Wrap'd in thy Cool embrowning shade I stray
Thou sweetest soother of the pensive mind
While the faint landscape cheats the visual ray
And leaves the noise and glare of day behind
No voice or sound invades my listening ears
The cricket too has sung its self to Sleep
Expressive silence charms the rolling spheres
And nature lull'd to rest with musings deep
Sublime Ideas aid the solemn scene
Which night with all her gorgeous pomp inspires
And friendship steals upon my mind serene
And fills my soul with her celestial fires
But fate devides and I must breathe the sigh
Meant for thy bosom thro this vast profound
Must wipe the falling tear from off thy eye
Lost Sympathy: the soul of friendsip wound
May never pain that generous heart assail
May love and joy and dear domestic bliss
O'er all thy social ties of life prevail
And then thy friend is sure of happiness.—