The Vulgar Notion of Poetic fire,
Is, that laborious Art can ne'er aspire ,
Nor Constant Studies the bright Bays acquire.
And that high Flights the unborn Bard receives,
And only Nature the due Laurel gives;
But You , with innate shining Flames endow'd,
To wide Castalian Springs point out the GOD .
Thro' your Perspective we can plainly see,
The New Discover'd Road of Poetry,
To steep Parnassus you direct the way
So smooth, that vent'rous Travellers cannot stray,
But with unerring steps, rough ways disdain,
And by you led, the beauteous Summit gain,
Where polish'd Lays shall raise their growing Fames,
And with their tuneful Guide , enrol their Honour'd Names