Classic Poem

Love, the most gen'rous passion of the mind,
The softest refuge innocence can find,
The safe director of unguided youth,
Fraught with kind wishes, and secured by truth,
That cordial drop heav'n in our cup hath thrown
To make the nauseous draught of life go down;
On which one only blessing God might raise
In lands of atheists subsidies of praise;
For none did e'er so dull and stupid prove,
But felt a God, and blessed his pow'r in love.