Classic Poem

I countries chang'd, new pleasures out to finde,
But, ah! for pleasure new I found new paine;
Enchanting pleasure so did reason blind,
That father's loue and wordes I scorn'd as vaine:
For tables rich, for bed, for frequent traine
Of carefull seruants to obserue my minde,
These heardes I keepe my fellowes are assign'd,
My bed a rocke is, hearbes my life sustaine.
Now while I famine feele, feare worser harmes,
Father and Lord, I turne; thy love, yet great,
My faults will pardon, pitty mine estate.
This, where an aged oake had spread its armes,
Thought the lost child, while as the heardes hee led,
Not farre off on the ackornes wilde them fed.