Classic Poem

I.

O H why should we seek to anticipate sorrow,
By throwing the flower of the present away,
And gather the black-rolling clouds of to-morrow,
To darken the generous sun of to-day.

II.

How often we brood over misery madly,
Till we murder the hope that was sent to inspire,
And pleasure grown old and decrepit, turns sadly
To shake his grey locks o'er the tomb of his sire.

III.

Cherish Hope! and tho' life by affliction be shaded,
Still his ray shall shine lovely, and gild the scene o'er,
Like the dew-drop that glistens the leaves when they're faded,
As bright and as clear as it glistened before.