Classic Poem

Shall then my Kindred all my Glory claim,
And boldly rob me of eternal Fame?
To ev'ry Art my gen'rous Aid I lend,
To Music, Painting, Poetry, a Friend.
'Tis I celestial Harmony inspire,
When fix'd to strike the sweetly warbling Wire;
I to the faithful Canvas have consign'd
Each bright Idea of the Painter's Mind;
Behold from Raphael's sky-dipt Pencils rise,
Such heav'nly Scenes as charm the Gazer's Eyes.
O let me now aspire to higher Praise!
Ambitious to transcribe your deathless Lays;
Nor thou, immortal Bard, my Aid refuse,
Accept me as the Servant of your Muse;
Then shall the World my wondrous Worth declare,
And all Mankind your matchless Pen revere.