Classic Poem

Bright was the morning cool the Air
Sereen was all the Sky
When on the waues I left my fair
The Center of my Joy
Heaven and Nature smileing wear
And nothing sad but I.

Each rosey feild it's oder spread
All fragrent was the Shore
Each riuer God rose from his bed
And sight and own'd her power
Curling their waues they deckt their head
As proud of what they bore

Glide on yee watters bear these lines
And tell her how I am opprest
Bear all my sighs yee gentle winds
And wafe them too her brest
Tell her if ere she proue unkind
I never shall haue rest.