Classic Poem

To thee, fair regent of the Night,
I dedicate my lays;
Thy silver beams, reflected light,
Excite our love and praise!

Sequester'd from the beams of Day,
The midnight awful scene
Converts the mind, by nature gay,
To prospects more serene.

Above each vain terrestrial art
Of Life's perplexing care,
Thy genuine graces strike the heart,
Free from delusive glare.

This useful lesson they instil,
That modest Virtues shine;
Like thee the constant course sulsil,
With majesty divine.