Classic Poem

WRITTEN AT BRIGHTHELMSTONE .

Lovely N — — m! rise, and see
Modest morn resemble thee!
Ocean smiles with your repose,
Come to seas, where Venus rose!
Bathing, Dr. Pool observes,
Braces all the optic nerves.
" Heavens," she cries, " what idle whim!
Youthful eyes are seldom dim;
Mine can mark the distant sail,
Or lowing herds in Sussex vale;
Scarce a spire or cottage smoke,
Or cloud embracing mountain oak:
An object scarce of land or sea
Rises unperceiv'd by me."
True — but eyes that distant roam,
Frequent fail for scenes at home.
Let example make me clearer,
Place yourself at Shergold's mirror!
Every mild reflected grace,
That angel form, that angel face,
A world of wonders all can view,
Envy only blind and — you.