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Wary

Supposed to be woritten by Alerander Selkirk, during his solitary

abude on the Island of Juan Fernandez.
I am mouarch 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.
Oh 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 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.
Society, friendship, and love,

Divinely bestowed upon man,
Oh, 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 cheered by the sallies of youth.
Religion! what treasure untold

Resides in that heavenly world !
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 sighed at the sound of a knell,

Or smiled when a sabbath appeared.

PR

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.
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,

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 of England.
Round Thurlow's head in early youth,

And in his sportive days,
Fair science poured the light of truth,
And genius shed his rays.

See! with united wonder cried

Th' experienced and the sage, Ambition in a boy supplied

With all the skill of age!
Discernment, eloquence, and grace

Proclaim him born to sway
The balance in the highest place,

And bear the palm away.
The praise bestowed was just and wise;

He sprang impetuous forth
Secure of conquest, where the prize

Attends superior worth.
So the best courser on the plain

Ere yet he starts is known,
And does but at the goal obtain

What all bad deemed his own.

ODE TO PEACE. COME, peace of mind, delightful guest! Return and make thy downy nest

Once more in this sad heart: Nor riches I nor power pursue, Nor hold forbidden joys in view;

We therefore need not part. Where wilt thou dwell, if not with me, From avarice and ambition free,

And pleasure's fatal wiles ? For whom, alas! dost thou prepare The sweets, that I was wont to share,

The banquet of thy smiles ?

der cried

The great, the gay, shall they partake
The heaven, that thou alone canst make?

And wilt thou quit the stream,
That murmurs through the dewy mead,
The grove, and the sequestered shed,

To be a guest with them?
For thee I panted, thee I prized,
For thee I gladly sacrificed

Whate'er I loved before ;
And shall I see thee start away,
And helpless, hopeless, hear thee say-

Farewell! we meet no more?

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HUMAN FRAILTY.

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Weak and irresolute is man;

The purpose of to-day,
Woven with pains into his plan,

To-morrow rends away.
The bow well bent, and smart the spring,

Vice seems already slain;
Bat passion rudely snaps the string,

And it revives again.
Some foe to his upright intent

Finds out his weaker part;
Virtue engages his assent,

But pleasure wins his heart.
'Tis here the folly of the wise

Through all his art we view;
And, while his tongue the charge denies,

His conscience owns it true.

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Bound on a voyage of awful length,

And dangers little known,
A stranger to superior strength,

Man vainly trusts his own.
But oars alone can ne'er prevail

To reach the distant coast; The breath of heaven must swell the sail,

Or all the toil is lost.

THE MODERN PATRIOT. REBELLION is my theme all day;

I only wish 'twould come
(As who knows but perhaps it may?)

A little nearer home.
Yon roaring boys, who rave and fight

On t'other side th' Atlantic,
I always held them in the right,

But most so when most frantic.
When lawless mobs insult the court,

That man shall be my toast,
If breaking windows be the sport,

Who bravely breaks the most.
But oh! for him my fancy culls

The choicest flowers she bears, Who constitutionally pulls

Your house about your ears. Such civil broils are my delight,

Though some folks can't endure them, Who say the mob are mad outright,

And that a rope must cure them.

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