Classic Poem

Elphin, fair! the clouds dispell,
That on thy lovely visage dwell;
Wipe, ah wipe the pearly tear,
Nor let thy manly bosom fear;
What good can Melancholy give?
'Tis bondage in her train to live.
Pungent sorrows doubts proclaim,
Ill suit those doubts a Christian's name;
Thy great Creator's wonders trace,
His love divine to mortal race,
Then doubt, and fear, and pain will fly,
And hope beam radiant in thine eye.
Behold me least of human kind,
Yet Heav'n illumes my soaring mind.
Lo! from the yawning deep I came,
Friend to thy lineage and thy fame,
To point thee out the paths of truth,
To guard from hidden rocks thy youth;
From seas, from mountains, far and wide,
God will the good and virtuous guide.