Classic Poem

Sleep , maiden, — gentle maiden,
Through the calm night!
Be thy tender heart unladen
Of its burthen quite!
And, when golden Morning streaming
Wakeneth thee from happy dreaming,
With its oriental light,
Rise, — and let thy humble prayer
Thank the God who made thee fair;
Fair and happy, fit to dwell
On a throne or in a cell.

Shun the fevers of the mind,
Envy, Hate, Ambition blind,
Too much Love, (if love thou must,)
And the passions born of dust.
Learn to soothe another's smart;
Learn to rule thy own warm heart:
For, of all the treasures sent
Downwards from the azure air,
Know, there's nought that may compare
With the sweetest sweet, — Content!