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Supposed to be written by Alexander Selkirk, during bis solitary abode in the island of Juan Fernandez.
I AM monarch of all I survey,
0 Solitnde! where are the charms
Better dwell in the midst of alarms,
1 am out of humanity's reach,
I must finish my journey alone,
I start at the sound of my own.
Divinely bestow'd upon man, 0,had 1 the wings of a dove,
How soon would I taste you again! My sorrows I then might assuage
In the ways of religion and truth, Might learn from the wisdom of age,
And be cheer'd by the sallies of youth.
Religion! what treasure untold
Resides in that heavenly word '.
Or all that this earth can afford.
These valleys and rocks never heard, Never sigh'd at the sound of a knell,
Or smiled when a sabbath appear'd.
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.
How fleet is a glance of the mind!
Compared with the speed of its flight, The tempest itself lags behind,
And the swift-winged arrows of light. When I think of my own native land.
In a moment I seem to be there; But alas! recollection at hand
Soon hurries me back to despair.
But the sea-fowl is gone to her nest,
The beast is laid down in his lair; Even here is a season of rest,
And I to my cabin repair. There's mercy in every place,
And mercy, encouraging thought! Gives even affliction a grace,
And reconciles man to his lot.
ON THE PROMOTION Off
EDWARD THURLOW, Esu.
THE LORD HIGH CHANCELLORSHIP OF ENGLAND.
Discernment, eloquence, and grace Proclaim him born to sway
He sprang impetuous forth,
Attends superior worth.
So the best courser on the plain Ere yet he starts is known,
ODE TO PEACE.
COME, peace of mind, delightful guest! Return, and make thy downy nest
Once more in this sad heart: Nor riches I nor power pursue, Nor hold forbidden joys in view;
We therefore need not part.
And pleasure's fatal wiles?
The banquet of thy smiles?
The great, the gay, shall they partake The heaven, that thou alone canst make?
And wilt thou quit the stream, That murmurs through the dewy mead, The grove and the sequester'd shed, To be a guest with them? IV. For thee I panted, thee I prized, For thee I gladly sacrificed Whate'er I loved before; And shall I see thee start away, And helpless, hopeless, hear thee say—
Farewell! we meet no more?
WEAK and irresolute is man;
The purpose of to-day,
To-morrow rends away.
II. The bow well bent, and smart the spring,
Vice seems already slain;
And it revives again.
Some foe to his upright intent
Finds out his weaker part; Virtue engages his assent,
But Pleasure wins his heart.
And dangers little known,
Man vainly trusts his own.
To reach the distant coast;
Or all the toil is lost.