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The lapse of time and rivers is the same,
ADDRESSED TO A YOUNG LADY.
SWEET stream that winds through yonder glade,
SUPPOSED TO BE WRITTEN BY ALEXANDER SELKIRK,
DURING HIS SOLITARY ABODE IN THE ISLAND OF JUAN FERNANDEZ,
1 I Am monarch of all I survey,
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.
2 I am out of humanity's reach,
I must finish my journey alone,
I start at the sound of my own.
My form with indifference see;
Their tameness is shocking to me.
3 Society, friendship, and love,
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.
4 Religion ! what treasure untold
Resides in that heavenly word!
Or all that this earth can afford.
These valleys and rocks never heard,
Or smiled when a Sabbath appear’d.
5 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!
6 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. 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.
7 But the sea-fowl has gone to her nest,
The beast has laid down in his lair ; Even here is a season of rest,
And I to my cabin repair. There is mercy in every place,
And mercy, encouraging thought ! Gives even affliction a grace,
And reconciles man to his lot.
ON OBSERVING SOME NAMES OF LITTLE NOTE
RECORDED IN THE BIOGRAPHIA BRITANNICA.
Oh, fond attempt to give a deathless lot
So when a child, as playful children use,
PROMOTION OF EDWARD THURLOW, ESQ.
TO THE LORD HIGH CHANCELLORSHIP OF ENGLAND.
1 Round Thurlow's head in early youth,
And in his sportive days,
2 See ! with united wonder, cried
The experienced and the sage, ,
With all the skill of age !
3 Discernment, eloquence, and grace,
Proclaim him born to sway
And bear the palm away.
4 The praise bestow'd was just and wise ;
He sprang impetuous forth,
Attends superior worth.
5 So the best courser on the plain,
Ere yet he starts, is known,
What all had deem'd his own.
ODE TO PEACE.
1 COME, Peace of mind, delightful guest ! Return, and make thy downy nest
Once more in this sad heart :
We therefore need not part.
2 Where wilt thou dwell, if not with me, From Avarice and Ambition free,
And Pleasure's fatal wiles ?
The banquet of thy smiles ?