Fate fteals along with filent tread, A COMPARISON. THE lapfe of time and rivers is the fame, Both speed their journey with a restless stream, The filent pace with which they steal away, No wealth can bribe, bribe, no pray'rs persuade to stay, Alike irrevocable both when past, And a wide ocean fwallows both at last. AN OTHER. Addreffed to a YOUNG LADY. SWEET ftream that winds through yonder glade, Apt emblem of a virtuous maid Silent and chafte fhe fteals along Far from the world's gay bufy throng, With gentle yet prevailing force VERSES, fuppofed to be written by ALEXANDER SELKIRK, during bis folitary Abode in the fland of JUAN FERNANDEZ. I. I AM monarch of all I furvey, My right there is none to difpute, From the centre all round to the fea, I am lord of the fowl and the brute. Oh Oh folitude! where are the charms That fages have seen in thy face? Better dwell in the midst of alarms, Than reign in this horrible place. II. I am out of humanity's reach, I must finish my journey alone, Never hear the fweet mufic of speech, I ftart at the found of my own. The beasts that roam over the plain, My form with indifference fee, They are fo unacquainted with man,, Their tameness is fhocking to me.. III. Society, friendship, and love, Oh had I the wings of a dove, IV. Religion! what treasure untold V. Ye winds, that have made me your sport, Some cordial endearing report Of a land I fhall vifit no more. O tell me I yet have a friend, Though a friend I am never to fee. VI. Hoy feet is a glance of the the mind! The tempeft itself lags behind, And the fwift winged arrows of light. When When I think of my own native land, In a moment I feem to be there; VII. But the fea fowl is gone to her neft, And I to my cabin repair. On the Promotion of EDWARD THURLOW, Efq. to the Lord High-Chancellorship of England. I. ROUND Thurlow's head in early youth, And in his fportive days, Fair fcience pour'd the light of truth, And genius fhed his rays. |