Classic Poem

Some Stars there are, irregularly bright,
Vainly that shine in Fashion's splendid sphere;
Thine, D EVON , is that fix'd, and lib'ral light,
Whose beams can warm, whose influence can cheer;

The glitt'ring zone, that belts the milky-way,
Boasts not a purer radiance than thine eye,
When led to Fame by its benignant ray,
Some Muse expatiates o'er a broader sky,

Imping her timid plume for flight sublime:
Oh! may its humid languish softly gleam
A borrow'd glory o'er my humble rhyme,
Deriving worth from from its illustrious theme;

And bid lone Fancy's simple flow'rs assume
A livelier tint, — now with'ring in their bloom!