Classic Poem

How long ere weeping Elegy
Bid me adieu, and haste away?
How long, ere sweet Euphrosyne
To me her sparkling charms display?

Not while my God in frowns conceals,
The beauties of his smiling face:
Not till my longing bosom feels,
The extasies of pard'ning grace.

Not till, in pow'r immortal strong,
I burst the iron yoke of sin;
Till, number'd with the ransom'd throng,
Their heav'n within my soul begin.

Come, hour long sought; on rapid wing
Bear thy sweet inmate, holy Mirth.
Then, then my sounding voice shall sing,
The wonders of celestial birth.