Classic Poem

Is there a Youth who his Adora loves,
Whose ev'ry step his partial eye approves?
Till Time shall place her on the bridal throne,
Let B URT pourtray the Charmer — lover's own .

Is there a Fair whose favored youth is nigh,
Whose absence in her breast may heave a sigh?
In Britain's service though the youth may roam,
Yet B URT can bid the hero be at home .

Is there an Infant with a Cherub's name,
A mother and a father's dearest theme?
Lest Fate should take the precious pledge away,
Give B URT , to bid the little Angel — stay .

Is there a Parent bending o'er the grave,
Whom filial worth and gratitude would save?
One view to magic — to the pencil give,
And B URT shall bid Affection's features live .

Is there a Friend in hour afflicting known,
Who made your sorrows and your joys his own?
Lest death or distance faithful souls should sever,
B URT bid the hallow'd form to breathe for ever!