Classic Poem

Blithe , in the blooming morn of youth,
Sincerity , my guide, and T RUTH ,
Ere Pride my tranquil slumber broke,
Ere Praise in pomp unmeaning spoke,
T O Y OU I tun'd the fervent lay,
Tender, and innocently gay;
And while I sought your candid ear,
Listening, you lean'd, well pleas'd to hear
Numbers that could pure joy impart,
And melody that won the heart;
Twin-roses, now, in vernal prime,
Accept this fond, this grateful rhime!
And, 'stead of toiling up Parnassus,
Wooing, so warm, its tuneful lasses,
Let me, (now Wit his pow'r infuses,)
E'en make ye, ladies, serve as muses;
S YDNEY and L IVY , then, shall be
T HALIA and M ELPOMENE .