Classic Poem

Of the many that gave me the cordial hand,
While they uttered affection's warm vow;
And swore to be mine, should I falter or stand,
I have found none so constant as THOU !
In the day of proud hope — in the hour of despair —
In the dark time of sorrow and shame;
Whether buoyed up by pleasure, or clouded by care,
To me thou wert ever the same.

When envy belied me, and slander assailed,
When the cold-hearted shrunk from my side;
When the wily seduced, and the promising failed,
To support and defend was thy pride!
And little cared I for the scorn and the hate
Which my foemen would lavish on me,
Since their falsehood and enmity served to create
A more lasting affection in thee!

Heav'n bless and preserve thee, my own constant one!
My defender, philosopher, guide; —
Though dark be the deeds that wild passion hath done,
While the clear light of truth was denied:
Henceforth while it beams in the light of thine eyes,
And is breath'd in thy words on mine ear,
The heart which thou prizest shall learn to despise
Aught of wrong that would make it less dear!