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VERSES BY ALEXANDER SELKIRK. 179
IV. Religion! what treasure untold
Resides in that heavenly word!
Or all that this earth can afford.
These valleys and rocks never heard,
Convey to this desolate shore
Of a land I shall visit no more.
A wish or a thought after me?
Compar d with the speed of its flight,
And the swift-winged arrows of light. When I think of my own native land,
In a moment I seem to be there;
The beast is laid down in his lair ;
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.
And in his sportive days,
Th' experienc'd and the sage,
Proclaim him born to sway
He sprang impetuous forth,
Ere yet he starts is known,
What all had deem d his own.
ODE TO PEACE.
I. COME, peace of mind, delightful guest! Return and make thy downy nest
Once more in this sad heart : Nor riches I nor pow'r pursue, Nor hold forbidden joys in view ;
We therefore need not part.
Where wilt thou dwell, if not with me,
And pleasure's fatal wiles ?
And wilt thou quit the stream
Whate'er I lov'd before ;
Farewell! we meet no more? Vol. I.
1. WEAK and irresolute is man ;
The purpose of to-day, Woven with pains into his plan, To-morrow rends away.
Vice seems already slain ;
Finds out his weaker part ;
Through all his heart we view ;
And dangers little known,
To reach the distant coast;
Or all the toil is lost.
THE MODERN PATRIOT.
I only wish 'twould come,
On t'other side th’ Atlantick,
That man shall be my toast,
The choicest flow'rs she bears,
Though some folks can't endure them,
Such strings for all who need 'em-
Then farewell British freedom.