Classic Poem

In ev'ry state, and ev'ry point of view,
Thy sterling worth is to the balance true;
As Parent, Wise, and Friend, it bears the test,
And when the most is tried, acquitted best;
In times like these, when vanities prevail,
And love maternal is an idle tale,
How wisely dost thou stem the current stream,
Nor art involv'd in the delusive dream.
The sashionable mother slights the care
Of her young offspring, with affected air;
Divides her time 'twixt Op'ras, Plays, Romance,
A gaming Party, or a midnight Dance.
From fountains so impure, must surely flow
Streams quite congenial to the lakes below.
Hence are deriv'd those vapours which insect
The atmosphere of Life, with dire effect.
Hence too proceeds the loud domestic strife,
The faithless Friend, and the inconstant Wife.
Far diff'rent is the plan pursu'd by thee;
From vain parade, and affectation free.
The Olive branches which surround thy board,
Emblems of peace, with native grace are stor'd;
The bright example of thy taste and skill,
In their young minds will filial love instill;
From thee, deriving elegance and ease,
Like the Original, will ever please.