Classic Poem

If sweet domestic Happiness can please,
With cordial Friendship, and a Life of Ease;
If to behold thy num'rous blooming Race,
Adorn thy Table with superior Grace,
Who's Persons in angelic Mould are cast,
Whose Minds (for these are Beauties that will last)
Are fully fraught with Principle and Sense,
Which only such a Mother could dispense;
As I've the Happiness to know, to feel,
These and much more enrich thy private Weal:—
I hail thee happy, 'cause I know thee good;
(No Flatt'ry from your Poet Underwood .)

Gods! how I wish—but Language all is weak,
The glowing Transports of my Breast to speak;
How dearly do I wish, that Length of Days,
May crown you all with Happiness and Praise.