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SUPPOSED TO BE WRITTEN BY ALEXANDER SELKIRK,
DURING HIS SOLITARY ABODE IN THE ISLAND
OF JUAN FERNANDEZ.
I AM monarch of all I survey,
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 am out of Humanity's reach,
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.
Society, Friendship, and Love,
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.
Religion! what treasure untold
Resides in that heavenly word !
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.
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.
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 is Mercy in every place,
And Mercy, encouraging thought ! Gives even Affliction a grace,
And reconciles man to his lot.
THE LILY AND THE ROSE.
The nymph must lose her female friend,
If more admired than she-
If flowers can disagree?
Thus soothed and reconciled, each seeks
The fairest British fair;
They reign united there.
NECESSARY TO THE HAPPINESS OF THE MARRIED STATE.
THE lady thus addressed her spouse-
Are such an antiquated scene,
'You are so deaf,' the lady cried,
‘Dismiss poor Harry! he replies; “Some people are more nice than wise; For one slight trespass all this stir ? What if he did ride whip and spur, 'Twas but a mile; your favourite horse Will never look one hair the worse.'
"Well, I protest 'tis past all bearing !'
Alas! and is domestic strife,
Then farewell all that must create
The Love that cheers life's latest stage,