Heaven first taught letters
For some wretch's aid,
Some banish'd lover,
Or some captive maid.
They live, they speak,
They breathe what love inspires,
Warm from the soul,
And faithful to its fires;
The virgin's wish
Without her fears impart,
Excuse the blush,
And pour out all the heart--
Speed the soft intercourse
From soul to soul,
And waft a sigh
From Indus to the pole.