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Some cordial endearing report

Of a land, I shall visit no more. My friends, do they now and then send A wish or a thought after me? O tell me I yet have a friend, Though a friend I am never to see.

VI.

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.

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to her nest,

The beast is laid down in his lairs

Even here is a season of rest,

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 PROMOTIOΝ ΟΙ

EDWARD THURLOW, ESQ.

TO THE LORD HIGH CHANCELLORSHIP
OF ENGLAND.

I.

ROUND Thurlow's head in early youth,
And in his sportive days,

Fair science poured the light of truth,
And genius shed his rays.

II.

Seel with united wonder cried
The experienced and the sage,
Ambition in a boy supplied
With all the skill of age!

III:

Discernment, eloquence, and grace
Proclaim him born to sway
The balance in the highest place,
And bear the palm away.

IV.

The praise bestowed was just and wise;

He sprang impetuous forth

Secure of conquest, where the prize

Attends superior worth.

V.

So the best courser on the plain
Ere yet he starts is known,
And does but at the goal obtain
What all had deemed his own.

ODE TO PEACE.

I.

COME, peace of mind, delightful guest! Return and make thy dowuy nest

Once more in this sad heart:

Nor riches I nor power pursue,
Nor hold forbidden joys in view;
We therefore need not part.

II.

Where wilt thou dwell, if not with me,
From avarice 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?

III.

The great, the gay, shall they partake

The heaven, that thou alone canst make?

And wilt thou quit the stream, That murmurs through the dewy mead, The grove and the sequestered shed, To be a guest with them?

IV.

For thee I panted, thee I prized,
For thee I gladly sacrificed
Whatever loved before;

And shall I see thee start away,
And helpless, hopeless, hear thee soy-
Farewell! we meet no more?

HUMAN FRAILTY.

I.

WEAK and irresolute is man;

The purpose of to-day, Woven with pains into his plan, To-morrow rends away.

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The bow well bent, and smart the spring,

Vice seems already slain;
But passion rudely snaps the string,

And it revives again.

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Virtue engages his assent,

But pleasure wins his heart.

IV.

'Tis here the folly of the wise
Through all his art we view;

And, while his tongue the charge denies,
His conscience owns it true.

V.

Bound on a voyage of awful length
And dangers little known,

A stranger to superior strength,
Man vainly trusts his own.

VI...

But oars alone can ne'er prevail

To reach the distant coast;

The breath of heaven must swell the sail,
Or all the toil is lost.

THE MODERN PATRIOT.

REBELLION is my theme all day;
I only wish 'twould come

(As who knows but perhaps it may?)
A little nearer home.

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