Classic Poem

Blest be thy friendly light which o'er the plain,
Conducts my wand'ring steps, and guides my way,
To Her, the best-belov'd, who feels the pain,
And owns the pleasures of fair Friendship's sway:
Thy Beams transcend the lustre of the day;
And still to thee will I my homage pay,
Planet benign! and to th' Almighty Pow'r,
Who form'd thee, and the thousand glitt'ring stars,
Which, shining round at this dread midnight hour,
Add glory to the Heavenly Universe:
Beneath his guidance safe, and free from fears,
Dauntless I tread the solitary road;
And, tho' my heart th' uncertain future tears,
Confide in him, my Father and my God!