Classic Poem

ADDRESSED TO JAMES NESBIT EVANS ,

This day, my dear Infant, with pleasure we meet,
Thy dawn of existence delighted to greet,
That the eve of thy day like its dawn may be bright,
In Faith's hallowed volume thy name we will write.
Derry down, &c.

This day, my dear Boy, on the tablet of Time,
With Hope's glowing pen we shall trace thy new line;
She'll bid thee look up — while the Virtues draw near,
To guide and adorn thy approaching career.
Derry down, &c.

Inspired — the Bard of the Mountain surveys,
A life that shall hence claim the tribute of praise;
The Man that in future his country defends,
Is a wolf to its foes — but a lamb to its friends.
Derry down, &c.

With fondness parental, thy youth shall be led,
The precepts of ages before thee be spread —
They'll teach thee in manhood's gay prime to aspire
To Merit's fair chaplet — and copy thy Sire.
Derry down, &c.

Thus onward to honor, Fame's voice will be loud,
Thy C AMBRIA — thy E RIN maternal be proud;
The day when it closes — will open to bliss,
And R IRID will hail thee to Heaven where he is.
Derry down, &c.