Heaven first taught letters for some wretch's aid, Some banish'd lover, or some captive maid.

Now warm in love, now with'ring in my bloom, Lost in a convent's solitary gloom!

Speed the soft intercourse from soul to soul, And waft a sigh from Indus to the Pole.

Oh name forever sad! forever dear! Still breathed in sighs, still ushered with a tear.