Classic Poem

Frowning Cynic, hence, away, —
Join thy dull companion, Care;
O'er the barren desert stray, —
Fly from Hope, — embrace despair.

Fly from Hope, who, gaily smiling,
Strives to clear thy clouded brow, —
All her playful arts reviling,
Fear to lose the gloomy now .

Call her still a vain deceiver, —
Shun her amaranthine bowers;
Proudly sullen, ne'er believe her, —
Gather nettles, — scorn the flowers.

I'll enjoy her opening treasure;
Round my brows her blossoms twine;
Hear her sing of future pleasure, —
Hear, and think her songs divine.