Classic Poem

What hast thou ever done for me?
Defeated every good endeavor;
I never can through life agree
To place my confidence in thee,
Not ever! no, never!

Often have I thy stream admired,
Thou nothing hast availed me ever;
Vain have I thought myself inspired;
Say have I else but pain acquired?
Not ever! no, never!

No earthly good, no stream of health,
Flows from thy fount thou cheerful giver,
From thee affluence sinks to stealth,
From thee I pluck no bloom of health,
Whatever! no, never!

Thou canst impart a noble mind,
Power from my tongue flows like a river,
The gas flows dead I'm left behind,
To all that's evil down confined,
To flourish more, never!

With thee I must through life complain,
Thy powers at large will union sever;
Disgorge no more thy killing bane,
The bird, hope, flies from thee in pain,
To return more, never!