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Supposed to be written by Alexander Selkirk, during
his solitary abode in the island of Juan Fernandez.
I AM monarch of all I survey,
My right there is none to dispute ; From the centre all round to the sea,
I am lord of the fowl and the brute. O Solitude! 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.
My form with indifference see;
III. Society, friendship, and love,
Divinely bestow'd upon man, 0, had I 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.
Resides in that heavenly word !
Or all that this earth can afford. But the sound of the church-going bell
These valleys and rocks never heard. Never sigh'd at the sound of a knell, Or smiled when a sabbath appear'd.
V. Ye winds, that have made me your sport,
Convey to this desolate shore
Of a land, I shall visit no more.
A wish or a thought after me?
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,
In a moment I seem to be there;
The beast is laid down in his lair;
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 OF
THE LORD HIGH CHANCELLORSHIP OF
And in bis sportive days,
The experienced and the sage,
Proclaim him born to sway
He sprang impetuous forth
Ere yet he starts is known,
What all had deem'd his own.
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?
And wilt thou quit the stream,
Whate'er I loved before;
Farewell! we meet no more?
WEAK and irresolute is man;
The purpose of to-day,
Vice seems already slain;
Finds out his weaker part;
Through all his art we view;
And dangers little known,
To reach the distant coast;
Or all the toil is lost.