Classic Poem

BY THE SAME .

Hail , scenes of life, more lovely than the spring,
 More beauteous than the dawn of summer's day,
More gay and artless than the birds that sing
 Their tuneful sonnets on the leafy spray!

Adieu, ye paths, adorn'd with springing flowers,
 Oh! could those vernal sweets again be given,
When guardian-angels watch'd my guiltless hours,
 And strove to guide my erring steps to heaven.

So the first pair in Paradise were blest,
 Perpetual pleasures open'd to the view;
Nor guilt, nor fear, disturb'd the peaceful breast,
 Nor anxious care their happy moments knew.

But, ah! those joys shall fly with winged speed,
 And leave to busy care the jocund scene;
To innocence shall guilt and pain succeed,
 To lively youth long hours of gloom and spleen.

So shines the sun in orient splendour bright,
 So blooms the roses on a summer's day;
The sun shall sink in dark and chearless night,
 The blooming roses feel a sure decay.