Classic Poem

O'er Susan's brow (the fault was mine)
A frown one moment's empire held;
The smile, which rules by right divine ,
The dark usurper soon expell'd.

That well he play'd the monarch's part,
E'en in that lawless reign, I own;
He justly pierc'd the rebel heart
Whose guilt had rais'd him to the throne!

Think not, by vain repentance driv'n,
Too late for mercy I appeal;
Each wound that alien frown has giv'n,
That native smile can more than heal!

Heav'n has so fix'd their mutual pow'rs,
That good o'er ill should ever thrive;
Night cannot fade so many flow'rs
As day returning can revive!