The beasts that roam over the plain Society, friendship, and love, Divinely bestowed upon man, Religion! what treasure untold Or smiled when a Sabbath appeared. Ye winds that have made me your sport, Convey to this desolate shore 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? Oh, tell me I yet have a friend, Though a friend I am never to see. 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. But the sea-fowl is gone to her nest, And I to my cabin repair. And mercy, encouraging thought! Gives even affliction a grace, And reconciles man to his lot. : ON THE PROMOTION OF EDWARD THURLOW, ESQ. ROUND Thurlow's head in early youth, Fair science poured the light of truth, See with united wonder, cried Discernment, eloquence, and grace The praise bestowed was just and wise; Secure of conquest, where the prize Attends superior worth. So the best courser on the plain ODE TO PEACE. COME, peace of mind, delightful guest! Once more in this sad heart : Where wilt thou dwell if not with me, And pleasure's fatal wiles? For whom, alas! dost thou prepare The great, the gay, shall they partake That murmurs through the dewy mead, For thee I panted, thee I prized, Whate'er I loved before; |