Sent To Dr. Hayes, With The Ode To Harmony

As Man's dull form inert and silent lay,
  A senseless heap of unenliven'd clay,
  Till bold Prometheus with ethereal flame
  Rous'd into life the animated frame,
  So shall my torpid verse a charm acquire
  From the bright touch of thy harmonious fire;
  To these mute lays the voice of Music give,
  And by thy Genius bid my numbers live,
  Amid thy verdant bays this flow'ret twine,
  ‘And make immortal, verse as mean as mine.’