Classic Poem

G EN'ROUS and candid, good without pretence,
Thy soul reflects a lustre on thy sense;
Skill'd, from the gem of Genius, unrefin'd,
T' extract such beams, as taste alone, can find;
Whose eagle-glance the latent glory spies,
And hails the wonder, with exultant eyes!

Could aught my verse avail, thy worth sublime,
Should gild the darkness of my humble line;
Illumin'd thus, the song would learn to glow,
And borrow'd beams, superior light bestow,
Poor is this meed, but what the head denies,
The grateful heart, more amiably, supplies.