Classic Poem

BY SCOTT, OF AMWELL .

L ANGHORNE , unknown to me (sequester'd swain)
Save by the Muse's soul-enchanting lay,
To kindred spirits never sung in vain,
Accept the tribute of this light essay;

Due for thy sweet songs that amus'd my day!
Where Fancy held her visionary reign,
Or Scotland's honours claim'd the pastoral strain,
Or Music came o'er Handel tears to pay:

For all thy Irwan's flowery banks display,
Thy Persian lover and his Indian fair;
All Theodosius' mournful lines convey,
Where Pride and Avarice part a matchless pair
Receive just praise and wreaths that ne'er decay,
By Fame and Virtue twin'd for thee to wear.