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Supposed to be written by Alexander Selkirk, during
his solitary abode in the island of Juan Fernandez.
My right there is none to dispute ;
I am lord of the fowl and the brute.
I must finish my journey alone,
I start at the sound of my own.
Divinely bestow'd upon man, 0, had I the wings of a dove,
How soon would I taste you again!
In the ways of religion and truth,
Resides in that heavenly word !
Or all that this earth can afford.
These valleys and rocks never heard,
Convey to this desolate shore
Of a land, I shall visit no more.
A wish or a thought after me?
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;
The beast is laid down in his lair ;
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 PROMOTION OF
EDWARD THURLOW, Esq.
THE LORD HIGH CHANCELLORSHIP OF
And in his sportive days,
The experienced and the sage,
Proclaim him born to sway
He sprang impetuous forth
Ere yet he starts is known,
What all had deem'd his own.
ODE TO PEACE.
I. COME, peace of mind, delightful guest ! Return, and make thy downy nest
Once more in this sad heart:
And pleasure's fatal wiles?
And wilt thou quit the stream,
Whate'er I loved before;
Farewell! we meet no more?
The purpose of to-day,
Vice seems already slain ;
Finds out his weaker part;
Through all his art we view;
And dangers little known,
To reach the distant coast;
Or all the toil is lost.