Classic Poem

If thou have sensibility, a heart
Impatient of th' imperfect joys of earth;
If thou have vainly sought to play thy part,
For blessings deemed here of most reverend worth;
And if, like bubbles, thou have found their birth
But harbinger'd their doom; how soon the stream
Exhausted, which from this world gushes forth;
If thou have found that joys from earth which teem,
When once their taste is o'er, are joys but in a dream.