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We, therefore, pleas'd extol thy song,
Though various yet complete,
And learned as 'tis sweet.
Though, could our hearts repine
They would—they must at thine.
Of friendship's closest tie,
With an unjaundic'd eye;
And howsoever known,
Unworthy of his own.
The Peacock sends his heav'nly dyes,
It boasts a splendour ever new,
To the same patroness resort,
She thus maintains divided sway
yon bright regent of the day;
VERSES Supposed to be written by Alexander Selkirk, during his solitary
abode in 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?
Than reign in this horrible place.
I must finish my journey alone,
I start at the sound of my own.
My form with indifference see;
unacquainted with man,
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.
Resides in that heavenly word!
Or all that this earth can afford.
These valleys and rocks never heard,
Or smil'd when a sabbath appear'd.
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? 0, tell me I yet have a friend,
Though a friend I am never to see. How fleet is a glance of the mind !
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; But, alas! recollection at hand
Soon hurries me back to despair. But, the seafowl is gone to her nest,
The beast is laid down irr his lair; Even here is a season of rest,
And I to my cabin repair. There's mercy
every place, And mercy, encouraging thought ! Gives even affliction a grace,
And reconciles man to his lot.
ON THE PROMOTION OF
EDWARD THURLOW, Esq.
LORD HIGH CHANCELLORSHIP OF ENGLAND.
ROUND Thurlow's head in early youth,
And in his sportive days,
“ See ! ” with united wonder cried
Th' experienc'd and the eage, “ Ambition in a boy supplied
With all the skill of age ! “ Discernment, eloquence, and grace
Proclaim him born to sway, The balance in the highest place,
And bear the palm away."
He sprang impetuous forth
Attends superior worth.
Ere yet he starts is known,
does but at the goal obtain 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 pow'r pursue, Nor hold forbidden joys in view;
We, therefore, need not part. Where wilt thou dwell, if not with me, From av'rice and ambition free,
And pleasure's fatal wiles ? For whom, alas! dost thou prepare The sweets, that I was wont to share,
The banquet of thy smiles ? The great, the gay, shall they partake The heav'n that thou alone canst make ?
And wilt thou quit the stream, That murmurs through the dewy mead, The groye and the sequester'd shed,
To be a guest with them?