Classic Poem

Queen of the roseate garland, hither haste,
Immortal May , with glitt'ring dew-drops crown'd!
How bright the rainbow zone, which girds thy waist!
Thy purple violets scatter odours round,
Thy fairy footsteps deck with sweets the ground.
Haste, bring a wreath for Margaret's natal day,
A fragrant wreath that boasts perennial bloom;
O let thy Margaret's hand confer the bay
On the great Sage, who bursts the Gothic gloom,
And pours strong radiance o'er declining Rome!
A balmy morn produc'd fresh beauty's flow'r,
Lo! the same morn saw History's column rise;
May smiles in blushes from her verdant bow'r
On Gibbon's splendid page, on Graham's matchless eyes.