Shook the young leaves about her ears, (For ravens, though as birds of omen, They teach both conj'rers and old women Can't prophefy themselves, at all.) The morning came, when neighbour Hodge, And deftin'd all the treasure there A gift to his expecting fair, Climb'd like a fquirrel to his dray, MOR A L. 'Tis providence alone fecures. In every change, both mine and your's. From dangers of a frightful`shape, Fate Fate fteals along with filent tread, Found oft'neft in what least we dread, 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 stay, Alike irrevocable both when past, And a wide ocean fwallows both at laft. Though each resemble each in ev'ry part, A difference ftrikes at length the musing heart; Streams never flow in vain; where ftreams abound, How laughs the land with various plenty crown'd! But time that fhould enrich the nobler mind, Neglected, leaves a dreary wafle behind. ANOTHER. Addreffed to a YOUNG LADY. SWEET ftream that winds through yonder glade, Apt emblem of a virtuous maid Silent and chafte fhe fteals along Far from the world's gay bufy throng, With gentle yet prevailing force Intent upon her deftin'd course, Graceful and useful all she does, Bleffing and bleft where'er fhe goes, VERSES, fuppofed to be written by ALEXANDER SELKIRK, during his folitary Abode in the land of JUAN FERNANDEZ. I. I AM monarch of all I survey, I am lord of the fowl and the brute. Oh 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. II. I am out of humanity's reach, I ftart at the found of my own. The beasts that roam over the plain, III. Society, friendship, and love, IV. Religion! what treasure untold But the found of the church going bell V. Ye winds, that have made me your fport, Some cordial endearing report Of a land I fhall visit no more. My friends do they now and then fend O tell me I yet have a friend, Though a friend I am never to fee. VI. How fleet is a glance of the mind! Compar'd with the fpeed of its flight, The tempeft itself lags behind, And the fwift winged arrows of light. When |