My friends, do they now and then send Though a friend I am never to see. VI. How fleet is a glance of the mind! Compar'd with the speed of it's 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. VII. But the seafowl is gone to her nest, And I to my cabin repair. There's inercy in every place, And reconciles man to his lot. ON THE PROMOTION OF EDWARD THURLOW, Esq., TO THE LORD HIGH CHANCELLORSHIP OF ENGLAND. I. ROUND Thurlow's head in early youth, Fair Science pour'd the light of truth, And Genius shed his rays. II. See! with united wonder cried Th' experienc'd and the sage, Ambition in a boy supplied III. Discernment, eloquence, and grace The balance in the highest place, And bear the palm away. IV. The praise bestow'd was just and wise; V. So the best courser on the plain 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, We therefore need not part. II. Where wilt thou dwell, if not with me, From av'rice and ambition free, And pleasure's fatal wiles? For whom, alas! dost thou prepare The banquet of thy smiles? III, The great, the gay, shall they partake The Heav'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? IV. For thee I panted, thee I priz'd, Whate'er I lov'd before; And shall I see thee start away, And helpless, hopeless, hear thee say Farewell! we meet no more? HUMAN FRAILTY. I. WEAK and irresolute is man; Woven with pains into his plan, II. The bow well bent, and smart the spring, Vice seems already slain; But Passion rudely snaps the string, And it revives again. III. Some foe to his upright intent Finds out his weaker part; Virtue engages his assent, But Pleasure wins his heart. IV. "Tis here the folly of the wise Through all his art we view; And, while his tongue the charge denies, His conscience owns it true. |