Classic Poem

Come , Patience! charmer of the anguish'd hour,
Skill'd each desponding horror to beguile,
Benignly mild, come sweet, but serious Pow'r!
And soothe me with thy melancholy smile;

Thou, who do'st love, in simplest tress to bind
Thy amber hair, beside some current clear,
And when thy florets feel the frozen wind,
Drop'st in each closing bell a balmy tear;

Once more effuse thy softness o'er my breast,
Lift the blue languish of thy modest eye,
Oh! bid me, with thy halcyon-temper blest,
Survey, once more, bright Hope's empurpled sky,

Nor, bleeding votarist at Sorrow's shrine,
'Mid ambient blooms of bliss, and joys untasted, pine.