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My friends, do they now and then send
A wish or a thought after me?
Though a friend I am never to see.
Compard with the speed of it's 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. 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
ROUND Thurlow's head in early youth,
And in his sportive days,
And Genius shed his rays.
See! with united wonder cried
Th' experienc'd and the sage,
With all the skill of age ?
Proclaim him born to sway
And bear the palm away.
The praise bestow'd was just and wise ;
He sprang impetuous forth
Attends superior worth.
Ere yet he starts is known,
What all had deem'd 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 pow'r pursue, Nor hold fobidden joys in view;
We therefore need not part.
And pleasure's fatal wiles?
The banquet of thy smiles ?
III, The great, the gay, shall they partake The Hear’n that thou alone canst make?
And wilt thou quit the stream, That murmurs through the dewy mead, The grove and the sequester'd shed,
To be a guest with them?
Whate'er I lov'd before;
Farewell! we meet no more?
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 art we view; And, while his tongue the charge denies,
His conscience owns it true.