Sensibility

Sweet Sensibility! to every charm 'Tis thou canst added energy impart; 'Tis thou inspir'st the all-awakened glow; The moral polish of the feeling heart.

In vain may Beauty boast the finish'd form; Her eyes but with unmeaning brightness roll: Till thou bestow'st the finely-pointed charm, That sinks resistless to the yielding soul.

Thus vulgar artists with unheeded care, May form and colouring to a portrait give: But such fine tints as speak the master's hand, Add grace, expression, bid the canvas live.