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The gem, though luminous before,
She thus maintains divided sway
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; From the centre all round to the sea,
I am lord of the fowl and the brute. O Solitude, where are the charms,
That sages have seen in thy face? Better dwell in the midst of alarms,
Than reign in this horrible place.
I must finish my journey alone,
I start at the sound of my own. The beasts that roam over the plain,
My form with indifference see; They are so unacquainted with man,
Their tameness is shocking to me,
III. Society, friendship, and love,
Divinely bestow'd upon man, O, had I the wings of a dove,
How soon would I taste you again! My sorrows I then might assuage
In the ways of religion and truth, Might learn from the wisdom of age,
And be cheer'd by the sallies of youth.
Resides in that heavenly word!
Or all that this Earth can afford.
These vallies and rocks never heard,
Or smil'd when a sabbath appear'd.
• V. 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? O tell me I yet have a friend,
Though a friend I am never to see.
Compar'd with the speed of it's 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 seafowl is gone to her nest,
The beast is laid down in his lair; 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 PROMOTION OF
EDWARD THURLOW, Esq.
TO THE LORD HIGH CHANCELLORSHIP
Round Thurlow's head in early youth,
And in his sportive days,
And Genius shed his rays.
See! with united wonder cried
Th' experienc'd and the sage,
With all the skill of age ?
Proclaim him born to sway
And bear the palm away.