Classic Poem

Hail , dear abode; my irksome exile ends,
Farewel disquietude and sleepless care:
Come, Peace, with thy beatitudes: my friends,
Assist our triumph, and the festal share.

Long has disease, Heav'n's minister, possess'd
This mourning mansion with her pois'nous train,
Indulgent Pow'r, forbid that evil guest
To trouble these deliver'd walls again.

Here may the pray'r, from undissembling tongue,
Sound into heav'n; the fervid praise ascend,
Diurnal incense; and a gracious throng
Of blessings o'er this favour'd roof impend.

Hail sweet retirement, where the Muse once more
Shall in calm silence prune her ruffled wing;
With modern Bards and ancient wisdom soar,
And mortal themes and themes immortal sing.

All hail! thou noblest gift which Heav'n bestow'd
On me unworthy, worthy to have lost;
Dear fellow pilgrim on this earthly road,
The vale of grief, to the celestial coast.

Victorious in affliction's field, thy mind
Shines with new lustre, in new graces drest;
Patience and faith thy head with garlands bind,
And God approves, and heav'n is in thy breast.