Classic Poem

Nor then did Pindus or Castalia's plain,
Or Aganippe's fount, your steps detain,
Nor in the Thespian vallies did you play,
Nor then on Mincio's bank,
Beset with osiers dank,
Nor where Clitumnus rolls his gentle stream,
Nor where thro' hanging woods
Steep Anio pours his floods,
Nor yet where Meles or Ilissus stray.
Ill does it now beseem
That of your guardian care berest
To dire disease and death your darling should be left.