Enchanting visions sooth my sight-- The finer arts no more oppress'd, Benignant source of pure delight! On her soft bosom love to rest. While each discordant sound expires, Strike harmony! strike all thy wires; The fine vibrations of the spirit move And touch the springs of rapture and of love. XXIV. Bright painting's living forms shall rise; And wrapt in Ugolino's woe[A], Shall Reynolds wake unbidden sighs; And Romney's graceful pencil flow, That Nature's look benign pourtrays[B], When to her infant Shakspeare's gaze The partial nymph "unveil'd her awful face," And bade his "colours clear" her features trace. [A] "Ugolino's woe"--a celebrated picture by Sir JOSHUA REYNOLDS, taken from DANTE. [B] "Nature's look benign pourtrays"--a subject Mr. ROMNEY has taken from GRAY'S Progress of Poesy. XXV. And poesy! thy deep-ton'd shell The heart shall sooth, the spirit fire, And all the passion sink, or swell, In true accordance to the lyre. Oh! ever wake its heav'nly sound, Oh! call thy lovely visions round; Strew the soft path of peace with fancy's flowers, With raptures bless the soul that feels thy powers. XXVI. While Hayley wakes thy magic string, His shades shall no rude sound profane, But stillness on her folded wing, Enamour'd catch his soothing strain: Tho' genius breathe its purest flame --Around his lyre's enchanting frame; Tho' music there in every period roll, More warm his friendship, and more pure his soul. XXVII. While taste refines a polish'd age, While her own _Hurd_ shall bid us trace The lustre of the finish'd page Where symmetry sheds perfect grace; With sober and collected ray To fancy, judgment shall display The faultless model, where accomplish'd art From nature draws a charm that leads the heart. XXVIII. Th' historic Muse illumes the maze For ages veil'd in gloomy night, Where empire with meridian blaze Once trod ambition's giddy height: Tho' headlong from the dang'rous steep Its pageants roll'd with wasteful sweep, Her tablet still records the deeds of fame And wakes the patriot's, and the hero's flame. XXIX. While meek philosophy explores Creation's vast stupendous round; Sublime her piercing vision soars, And bursts the system's distant bound. Lo! mid' the dark deep void of space A rushing world[A] her eye can trace!-- It moves majestic in its ample sphere, Sheds its long light, and rolls its ling'ring year. [A] Alluding to Mr. Herschel's wonderful discoveries, and particularly to his discovery of a new planet called the Georgium Sidus. XXX. Ah! still diffuse thy genial ray, Fair Science, on my Albion's plain! And still thy grateful homage pay Where Montagu has rear'd her fane; Where eloquence and wit entwine Their attic wreath around her shrine; And still, while Learning shall unfold her store, With their bright signet stamp the classic ore. XXXI.