Classic Poem

'T IS a King's — a Hero's part;
It proclaims the noblest heart,
From calumniating Hate,
Innocence to vindicate.

Zeal that 's prudent and correct,
Pity that by fear is check'd;
Though usurping Friendship's name
Chill her animating flame.

These, from Wisdom's jealous pride,
Learn the danger to confide;
Never in the opening breast
Fold and cherish the distress'd.

When the dust upon your head
Obloquy and Pride have shed;
All for your distress can grieve ,
But S AMARITANS relieve .