Classic Poem

O F all the leaves that charm the view,
And glow with Nature's living hue,
That have been, or that will be seen,
Commend me to the Evergreen!

Of all the Beauties , dark or fair,
With dimpled cheeks or graceful air,
From sixty back to seventeen,
Commend me to the Evergreen!

Of all the Wits in Selwyn's days,
When Stanhope could a Walpole praise,
When Foote and Garrick blest the scene,
Commend me to the Evergreen!

Of all the Muses that have sung,
When harps were old, but they were young, —
Of all the boughs o'er Hippocrene ,
Commend me to the Evergreen!

Of all the hearts that Friendship's tone
In chords of Love has made its own,
Behind the Poplar's fading screen,
Commend me to the Evergreen!