Classic Poem

Hail heavenly pensive solitude—
Thy raptures now I feel
With thee the holy wise and good—
Would ever wish to dwell—
For taught by thee the world appears—
Just as it really is
A point a span a group of Cares,
Incapable to please.—
By thee inspir'd in early days
Fidelia and her friend—
Would leave the crouds insidious gaze
And moralize their end.—
Descried the snare that pleasure laid
To tempt their youthful feet
And always in thy gentle shade
Possess'd a safe retreat.—
Thus with that serious hour in view
They trod lifes rugged road
Tho halting oft they still pursue—
The path which leads to God.—
And see their temples crown'd with snow
With pleasure they behold—
For age is deem'd no evil now
The gates of bliss unfold.—
Tho many a gloomy hour weve pass'd
And many a changing scene
Yet peace and health our days have blesd
And happiness serene.—
For this our humble thanks are paid
To that almighty power
Whose loving kindness is display'd
In each distressing hour
Whose mercy feeds us all the way
Who fills our Cup with good—
And shews us heavens eternal day
Thro our redeemers blood.—