Classic Poem

at a gracious answer

" But tell me, child, your choice, your fancy; what to buy
You?" — " Father, what you buy me I shall like the best".
With the sweetest earnest air his purport, once expressed,
Ever he swung to, push what plea I might and ply┬░

Him. ├üh, what the heart is! Like carriers let fly — ┬░
Doff darkness: homing nature, nature knows the rest — ┬░
Heart to its own fine function, wild and self-instressed,┬░
Falls as light as, life-long, schooled to what and why.

Heart mannerly is more than handsome face,┬░
Beauty's bearing or muse of mounting vein;
And what when, as in this case, bathed in high hallowing grace? —

Of heaven then now what boon to buy you, boy, or gain┬░
Not granted? None but this, all your road your race┬░
To match and more than match its sweet forestalling strain.