This charms the eye, that ſteals upon the ear;
There ſounds are tun'd; and colours blended here.
This, with a ſilent touch enchants our eyes,
And bids a gayer brighter world ariſe:
That, leſs allied to ſenſe, with deeper art
Can pierce the cloſe receſſes of the heart;
By well ſet ſyllables, and potent ſound,
Can rouſe, can chill the breaſt, can ſooth, can wound;
To life adds motion, and to beauty ſoul,
And breathes a ſpirit through the finiſh'd whole:
Each perfects each, in friendly union join'd;
This gives Amanda's form, and that her mind.
But humbler themes my artleſs hand requires,
Nor higher than the feather'd tribe aſpires.
Yet who the various nations can declare
That plough with buſy wing the peopled air?
Theſe cleave the crumbling bark for inſect food;
