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But we, in mutual bondage knit
Of friendship's closeft tie, Can gaze on even Darwin's wit
With an unjaundiced eye;
And deem the Bard, whoever he be,
And howsoever known,
Unworthy of his own.
The birds put off their every hue
The Peacock sends his heavenly dyes,
All tribes beside of Indian name,
To the same patroness resort,
Like fun-beams on the golden height
She thus maintains divided sway
V ER SES
SUPPOSED TO BE WRITTEN BY ALEX. SELKIRK,
DURING HIS SOLITARY A BODE IN THE
ISLAND OF JUAN FERNANDEZ.
My right there is none to dispute ;
I am lord of the fowl and the brute. Oh folitude! where are the charms,
That sages have seen in thy face?
I must finish my journey alone,
I start at the sound of my own. The beasts, that roam over the plain,
My form with indifference see; They are so unacquainted with man,
Their tameness is shocking to me,
III. Society, friendship, and love,
Divinely bestowed upon man, Oh, had I the wings of a dove,
How foon would I tafte you again! My sorrows I then might affuage
In the ways of religion and truth, Might learn from the wisdom of age, And be cheered by the fallies of youth.
IV. Religion ! what treasure untold
Resides in that heavenly word! More precious than silver and gold,
Or all that this earth can afford. But the found of the church-going hell
These vallies and rocks never heard, Never fighed at the sound of a knell, Or smiled when a fabbath appeared.
V. Ye winds, that have made me your sport,
Convey to this desolate shore Some cordial endearing report
Of a land, I shall visit no more. My friends, do they now and then send
A wish or a thought after me? O tell me I yet have a friend,
Though a friend I am never to see.