Classic Poem

Thy Soul within such silent Pomp did keep,
As if Humanity were lull'd asleep.
So gentle was thy Pilgrimage beneath,
Time's unheard Feet scarce make less Noise,
Or the soft Journey which a Planet goes.
Life seem'd all calm as its last Breath.
A still Tranquillity so husht thy Breast,
As if some Halcyon were its Guest,
And there had built her Nest;
It hardly now enjoys a greater Rest.
As that smooth Sea which wears the Name of Peace ,
Still with one even Face appears,
And feels no Tides to change it from its place,
No Waves to alter the fair Form it bears:
As that unspotted Sky,
Where Nile does want of Rain supply,
Is free from Clouds, from Storms is ever free:
So thy unvary'd mind was always one,
And with such clear Serenity still shone,
As caus'd thy little World to seem all temp'rate Zone.