 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...  Poems - Page 209by William Cowper - 1806Full view - About this book
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...wish or a thought after me? O tell me I yet have a friend, Though a friend I am never to see. There is mercy in every place, And mercy, encouraging thought!...affliction a grace And reconciles man to his lot. The Castaway Obscurest night involved the sky, The Atlantic billows roared, When such a destined wretch... | |
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