Classic Poem

How can he sing whose voice is hoarse with care?
How can he play whose heart strings broken are?
How can he keep his rest that ne'er found rest?
How can he keep his time whom time ne'er blest?
Only he can in sorrow bear a part,
With untaught hand and with untuned heart.
Fond arts farewell, that swallowed have my youth.
Adieu vain muses that have wrought my ruth.
Repent fond sire that train'dst thy hapless son
In learning's lore, since bounteous alms are done.
Cease, cease harsh tongue, untuned music rest:
Entomb thy sorrows in thy hollow breast.