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Supposed to be woritten by Alerander Selkirk, during his solitary
abude on the Island of Juan Fernandez.
My right there is none to dispute ;
I am lord of the fowl and the brute.
That sages have seen in thy face?
Than reign in this horrible place.
I must finish my journey alone,
I start at the sound of my own.
My form with indifference see;
Their tameness is shocking to me.
Divinely bestowed upon man,
How soon would I taste you again!
In the ways of religion and truth,
And be cheered by the sallies of youth.
Resides in that heavenly world !
Or all that this earth can afford.
These valleys and rocks never heard,
Or smiled when a sabbath appeared.
Ye winds, that have made me your 'sport,
Convey to this desolate shore
Of a land I shall visit no more.
A wish or a thought after me?
Though a friend I am never to see.
Compared with the speed of its flight,
And the swift winged arrows of light.
In a moment I seem to be there;
Soon hurries me back to despair.
The beast is laid down in his lair ;
And I to my cabin repair.
And mercy, encouraging thought!
And reconciles man to his lot.
ON THE ! PROMOTION OF EDWARD THURLOW, ESQ.
To the Lord High Chancellorship of England.
And in his sportive days,
See! with united wonder cried
Th' experienced and the sage, Ambition in a boy supplied
With all the skill of age!
Proclaim him born to sway
And bear the palm away.
He sprang impetuous forth
Attends superior worth.
Ere yet he starts is known,
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 ?
The great, the gay, shall they partake
And wilt thou quit the stream,
To be a guest with them?
Whate'er I loved before ;
Farewell! we meet no more?
Weak and irresolute is man;
The purpose of to-day,
To-morrow rends away.
Vice seems already slain;
And it revives again.
Finds out his weaker part;
But pleasure wins his heart.
Through all his art we view;
His conscience owns it true.
Bound on a voyage of awful length,
And dangers little known,
Man vainly trusts his own.
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
A little nearer home.
On t'other side th' Atlantic,
But most so when most frantic.
That man shall be my toast,
Who bravely breaks the most.
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.