Classic Poem

Father who gav'st me talents, 'tis my prayer,
Since all unfit for bustling scenes I be,
Since sequestration from those places, where
Mankind, to grave affairs, most actively
Is called, best suits my pensive tendency: —
Do thou my humble aspiration bless,
To bring a contribution tremblingly
To that pure stock of truth, whose perfectness
Best stays man's tottering steps through life's bleak wilderness.