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Imagination scatt'ring round
She thus maintains divided sway
Supposed to be written by Alexander Selkirk, during
his solitary abode on the island of Juan Fernandez.
My right there is none to dispute :
I am lord of the fowl and the brute.
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 ;
Divinely bestow'd upon man,
How soon would I taste you again
In the ways of religion and truth,
And be cheer'd by the sallies 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 sound of the church-going bell
These valleys and rocks never heard, Never sigh'd at the sound of a knell, Or smil'd when a sabbath appear'd.
V. Ye winds that have made me your sport,
Convey to this desolate shore Somo cordial endearing report
Of a land I shall visit no more.
A wish or a thought after me?
Compar d 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;
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 CY
EDWARD THURLOW, ESQ.
To the Lord High Chancellorship of England.
And in his sportive days,
Th' experienc'd and the sage,
Proclaim him born to sway
He sprang impetuous forth,
Attends superiour worth.
So the best courser on the plain
Ere yet he starts is known, And docs but at the goal obtain
What all had deem d his own.
ODE TO PEACE.
I. COME, peace of mind, delightful guest ! Retorn and make thy downy nest
Once more in this sad heart:
And pleasure's fatal wiles ?
And wilt thou quit the stream
Whate'er I lov'd before ;
Farowell! we meet no more? Vol. I