Classic Poem

Ingenuous Youth! whose lenient hand would raise
The Muse, thyself a vot'ry a her shrine,
Not to sweet song alone entrust thy praise,
For Feeling's fairer, fresher wreath is thine;

Thine the spontaneous glow, o'er Friendship's breast
Effusing genial light; thine modest worth,
Not arrogant, with heav'n's own seal imprest,
Which shields the bloom its influence calls forth:

And well may Grandeur, well may titled Pride,
Blush mid their splendid orbits, when they find
Thy little star the wand'ring minstrel guide,
And cheer with partial gleam the clouded mind;

Tho' not sublime the Sphere where thou must stray,
Rememb'rance still shall court thy gentle ray!