Classic Poem

A PENSIVE youth, that, on thy shores reclin'd,
Full oft has felt thy mild and balmy airs
Revive his drooping frame, with ardent pray'rs
To thee of late a precious friend consign'd,
Of open manners, and of sense refin'd:
O steal his bosom from intruding cares,
And soothe the fell disease, that long impairs
His languid pow'rs, and damps his genial mind.
Grac'd as he is with all the Muse's lore,
His favour'd head from threat'ning harm defend;
And let the Maids, that pace thy lovely shore,
His hours to sweeten, on his steps attend:
Else shall thy beauties charm my eyes no more,
Hard and relentless to so sweet a Friend!