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  When Orpheus tuned his lyre with pleasing woe,

  Rivers forgot to run, and winds to blow,

  While listening forests covered as he played,

  The soft musician in a moving shade.

  That this night's strains the same success may find,

  The force of magic is to music joined;

  Where sounding strings and artful voices fail,

  The charming rod and muttered spells prevail.

  Let sage Urganda wave the circling wand

  On barren mountains, or a waste of sand,

  The desert smiles; the woods begin to grow,

  The birds to warble, and the springs to flow.

     The same dull sights in the same landscape mixed,

  Scenes of still life, and points for ever fixed,

  A tedious pleasure on the mind bestow,

  And pall the sense with one continued show;

  But as our two magicians try their skill,

  The vision varies, though the place stands still,

  While the same spot its gaudy form renews,

  Shifting the prospect to a thousand views.

  Thus (without unity of place transgressed)

  The enchanter turns the critic to a jest.

     But howsoe'er, to please your wandering eyes,

  Bright objects disappear and brighter rise:

  There's none can make amends for lost delight,

  While from that circle we divert your sight.