A COMPARISON. THE lapse of time and rivers is the fame, Both speed their journey with a restless stream, The filent pace with which they steal away, No wealth can bribe, no pray'rs perfuade to ftay, Alike irrevocable both when past, And a wide ocean fwallows both at last. Though each resemble each in ev'ry part, A difference ftrikes at length the mufing heart; Streams never flow in vain; where ftreams abound, How laughs the land with various plenty crown'd ! But time that should enrich the nobler mind, Neglected, leaves a dreary waste behind. ANOTHER. Addreffed to a YOUNG LADY. SWEET ftream that winds through yonder glade, Apt emblem of a virtuous maid Silent Silent and chaste she steals along Far from the world's gay 'bufy throng, With gentle yet prevailing force Intent her deftin'd course, upon VERSES, supposed to be written by ALEXANDER SELKIRK, during his folitary Abode in the Island of JUAN FERNANDEZ. 1. AM monarch of all I furvey, My right there is none to difpute, From the center all round to the fea, I am lord of the fowl and the brute. Oh folitude! where are the charms That fages have seen in thy face? Better dwell in the midst of alarms, Than reign in this horrible place. 2. I am out of humanity's reach, I must finish my journey alone, They are fo unacquainted with man, Their tamenefs is fhocking to me. 3. Society, friendship, and love, Divinely bestow'd upon man, Oh had I the wings of a dove, My forrows I then might affuage In the ways of religion and truth, Might learn from the wisdom of age, And be cheer'd by the fallies of youth. 2. Reli 4. Religion! what treasure untold la la. More precious than filver and gold, ... But the found of the church going bell These vallies and rocks never heard, Ne'er figh'd at the found of a knell, ou Or fmil'd when a sabbath appear'd. Ye winds that have made me your sport, Convey to this defolate fhore,esta di un l Some cordial endearing report Of a land I fhall vifit no more. My friends do they now and then fend A wish or a thought after me? O tell me I yet have a friend, Though a friend I am never to fee. 6. How fleet is a glance of the mind! And the swift-winged arrows of light. Soon hurries me back to despair. 7. But the fea fowl is gone to her neft, And I to my cabbin repair. There is mercy in ev'ry place, And mercy, encouraging thought ! Gives even affliction a grace, And reconciles man to his lot. On |