Classic Poem

Flow , past'ral Eden, flow! roll on thy tide
In wild meanders to the silver Tweed!
Thy tow'ring bank is crown'd with silvan pride,
Thy dark-brown wave conceals the finny breed:
The patient angler here receives his meed:
Flow, Eden, flow, encircle Harriet's dome,
Still pour thy plenty o'er the velvet lawn,
Still down the steep rock dash thy angry foam.
Astound the shepherd hears at ruddy dawn,
Astound he hears, when Phœbus has withdrawn:
Flow, Eden, flow, behold my honour'd friend
Explores the mazes of thy fairy dell!
Bid thy blue Naiads to her beauty bend,
Oh! guard that mansion where the Virtues dwell.