Sensibility How Charming, Thou, My Friend, Canst Truly Tell: But Distress With Horrors Arming, Thou Host Also Known Too Well. Fairest Flower, Behold The Lily, Blooming In The Sunny Ray: Let The Blast Sweep O'Er The Valley, See It Prostrate On The Clay. Hear The Woodlark Charm The Forest, Telling O'Er His Little Joys: Hapless Bird! A Prey The Surest, To Each Pirate Of The Skies. Dearly Bought, The Hidden Treasure, Finer Feeling Can Bestow; Chords That Vibrate Sweetest Pleasure, Thrill The Deepest Notes Of Woe.