Classic Poem

Welcome, dear wanderer, once more!
Thrice welcome to thy native cell!
Within this peaceful humble door
Let thou and I contented dwell!

But say, O whither hast thou rang'd?
Why dost thou blush a crimson hue?
Thy fair complexion's greatly chang'd:
Why, I can scarce believe 'tis you.

Then tell, my son, O tell me, where
Didst thou contract this sottish dye?
You kept ill company, I fear,
When distant from your parent's eye.

Was it for this, O graceless child,
Was it for this you learn'd to spell?
Thy face and credit both are spoil'd;
Go drown thyself in yonder well.

I wonder how thy time was spent:
No news (alas!) hast thou to bring?
Hast thou not climb'd the Monument?
Nor seen the lions, nor the King?

But now I'll keep you here secure:
No more you view the smoaky sky:
The court was never made (I'm sure)
For idiots, like thee and I.