Classic Poem

Rouse up my Muse! enquire the Way,
And to Heav'n's Laureat, Homage pay;
But rev'rently approach his Shrine,
The Place is hallow'd, he divine;
And at his Feet, thy humblest Off'rings lay.
Presumptuous Muse! What canst thou bring
Worthy his Sight, or Ear?
The Theam, requires a nobler Strain;
Ah then desist! Least you profane,
What most you would revere,
Yet, something whispers thus, Sure he
That's rais'd so near the Deity,
Will like That too accept, Love, and Humility.
On this Assurance, tune thy Lyre, and sing
Of that celestial Bard, who sung thy heav'nly King.