Classic Poem

Apollo heard the Infant bless'd,
And humbly did implore,
That he to sweeten all the Rest
Might add one Blessing more,
Accept from me (cry'd he) this tuneful Lyre,
And when fatigu'd with Patients Cires,
The Burden which thy Fate prepares,
'Twill gayer Thoughts inspire.
'Twill sing Nassaw whom all revere
In Notes deserving Nassaw's Ear.
Vice it will lash, and Vertue praise,
And crown thy Head with lasting Bays.
This said!
Propitious Jove did to the Gift agree,
And with a ratifying Nod, confirm'd the full Decree.