Classic Poem

Peaceful as thy gentle spirit,
May thy lot in life still be;
And may heav'n its choicest blessings,
Shower through future years on thee.

Never may the thorns of conscience
Pierce thy yet unwounded mind,
Nor despair or hopeless anguish,
In thy breast a dwelling find;

Nor disease's cruel tortures,
Wear thy prime of life away;
But may health and ease returning,
Cheer the morning of thy day.

Still may kind and gen'rous feelings
Fill the bosom of my friend,
Still may friendship and affection,
On his course through life attend.