Classic Poem

Whenever I have turned to meaner themes,
From thee Religion, so much more as I
Have been enabled by warm-glowing gleams
To give resplendence to their imagery,
So much the more, of infidelity
A sense has risen, in my conscious breast,
Towards that , which I know well is worthily
Alone, on the well govern'd mind impress'd,
Towards that, whose joys alone no after stings molest.