Classic Poem

Muses and Graces! daughters of high Jove,
When erst ye left your glorious seats above
To bless the bridal of that wondrous pair,
Cadmus and Harmonia fair,
Your voices pealed a divine air:
" What is good and fair
Shall ever be our care; "
Thus the burthen of it rang,
" That shall never be our care
Which is neither good nor fair " —
Such were the words your lips immortal sang.