From a Poem in praise of the invention of Letter Writing

Oh! might I live to see an art arise, As this to Thoughts, indulgent to the Eyes; That the dark powers of distance could subdue, And make me see as well as talk to you; That tedious miles nor tracts of air might prove Bars to my sight, and shadows to my love! Yet were it granted, such unbounded things Are wand'ring wishes born on fancy's wings, They'd stretch themselves beyond this happiness, And ask an art, to help us to embrace.