While Dennis aids the Muse to sing, Or gives her plumes, or clips her wing, Directs her cautious how to fly Unbeaten tracts along the sky; With safety we sublimely stray, And soaring gain the realms of day, Till, trembling from those heights above, And dazzling orbs o'er which we move: We gently sink in humbler strains, To vales beneath; and rural plains.
