Classic Poem

BY THE SAME .

O F pride and mad ambition we complain,
Destructive war and violence, in vain;
Ill temper's baneful influence o'er the mind
More pain creates than all those ills combin'd;
Bids social love in every bosom cease,
And clouds the beauteous beams of smiling peace;
Blasts every joy that blooms to sweeten life,
Embitters happiness and lengthens strife.
To calm the troubled breast, to soften woe,
To stop the tear misfortune taught to flow,
He, that surveys our griefs with pitying eyes,
Sent down the nymph Good-humour from the skies;
Her beauteous presence beams perpetual day,
The loves and graces in her person play;
The op'ning flow'rs bloom sweeter where she treads,
The faded blossoms lift anew their heads;
The lovely seraph waves her purple wing,
Diffusing all the balmy sweets of spring;
Bestows fresh beauties on the blooming vale,
And pours fresh fragrance on the spicy gale.
Observe the mansion where Good-humour dwells;
What heart-felt joy each blissful bosom swells!
The chearful, happy, father smiles to see
His playful offspring prattle round his knee;
Whilst the fond partner of his heart bestows
That joy which only from Good-humour flows.