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MRS. MONTAGU'S FEATHER
The birds put off their ev'ry hue.
The Peacock sends his heav'nly dyes,
To the same patroness resort, Secure of favour at her court, Strong Genius, from whose forge of thought Forms rise, to quick perfection wrought,
ON MRS, MONTAGU'S FEATHER-HANGINGS.
Which, though new-born, with vigour move,
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.
II. i am out of humanity's reach,
I must finish my journey alone, Never hear the sweet music of speech,
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.
Religion! What treasure untold
Resides in that heavenly word ! More precious than silver and gold,
Or all that this Earth can afford. But the sound of the church-going bell
These valleys and rocks never heard, Never sigh'd at the sound of a knell,
Or smild when a sabbath appear’d.
V. Ye winds, that have made me your sport,
Convey to this desolate shore
Of a land I shall visit no more.
I wish or a thought after me?
Though a friend I am never to see.
How fleet is a glance of the mind!
Compar'd 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 band
Soon hurries me back to despair.