Classic Poem

Mild spirits ye are gone! together gone
Where ye shall feel the heavy weight no more
That presses on humanity! Tis oer
The sympathising pang, the patient groan!
The cold dark cloud is past! bright day has shone,
And Mary never shall again deplore
Or vainly bid mysterious Heav'n restore
The wounded heart, the " noble mind oerthrown " —
And thou sweet boy whose pure & spotless page
So early clos'd Hea'n hath approving ey'd
The infant critic & the blooming guide
Of suffering genius & disabled age:
Thou with thy cherub smile rejoic'd to hail
Thy friends at length reliev'd from life's deep shadowy vale.