Come lovely dymph and range the mead with me,
To spring the partridge from the guileful foe;
From secret snares the struggling bird to free?
And stop the hand uprais'd to give the blow.
And when the air with heat meridian glows,
And nature droops beneath the conquering gleam,
Let us, slow wandering where the current flows,
Save sinking flies that float along the stream.
Or turn to nobler, greater tasks thy care,
To me thy sympathetic gifts impart;
Teach me in friendship's griefs to bear a share,
And justly boast the gen'rous feeling heart,
Teach me to soothe the helpless orphan's grief;
With timely aid the widow's woes assuage;
To mis'ry's moving cries to yield relief,
And be the sure researce of drooping age.
So when the genial spring of life shall fade,
And sinking nature own the dread decay,
Some soul congenial then may lend his aid,
And gild the close of life's eventful day.
VERSES SUPPOSED TO BE WRITTEN BY ALEX. SELKIEK, DURING HIS SOLITARY ABODE IN THE ISLAND
OF JUAN FERNANDEZ.
I AM monarch of all I survey,
My right there is none to dispute;
From the centre all round to the sea
I am lord of the fowl and the brutè.
Oh solitude! where are the charms,
That sages have seen in thy face?
Better dwell in the midst of alarms,
Than reign in this horrible place.
I am out of humanity's reach,
I must finish my journey alone; Never hear the sweet music of speech; I start at the sound of my own.
The beasts that roam over the plain,
My form with indifference see,
They are so unacquainted with man,
Their tameness is shocking to me.
Society, friendship, and love,
Divinely bestowed upon man,
Oh had I the wings of a dove,
I
How soon would I taste you again!
My sorrows I then might assuage
In the ways of religion and truth; Might learn from the wisdom or age, And be cheer'd by the sallies of youth.
Religion! what treasure untold
Resides in that heav'nly word!
More precious than silver or gold,
Or all that this earth can afford.
But the sound of the church going bell
These vallies and rocks never heard;
Ne'er sigh'd at the sound of a knell,
Or smil'd when a sabbath appear'd.
Ye winds that have made me your sport,
Convey to this desolate shore,
Some cordial endearing report
Of a land I shall visit no more.
My friends, do they now and then send
A wish or a thought after me?
O tell me I yet have a friend,
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 wing'd 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 gone to her nest,
The beast is laid down in his lair 3
Thy providence my life sustain'd,
And all my wants redrest,
When in the silent womb I lay,
And hung upon the breast.,
To all my weak complaints and cries,
Thy mercy lent an ear,
Ere yet my feeble thoughts bad learnt
To form themselves in pray'r.
Unnumber'd comforts to my soul
The tender care bestow'd,
Before my infant heart conceived
From whom those comforts flow'.
Through hidden dangers, toils and deaths,
It gently clear'd my way ;
And through the pleasing snares of vicc,"
More to be fear'd than they.
When worn with sickness, oft hast thou
With health renew'd my face,
And when in sins and sorrows sunk,
Reviv'd my soul with grace.
Thy bounteous hand, with worldly bliss,
Has made my cup run o'er;
And in a kind and faithful friend,
Has doubled all my store.
Ten thousand thousand precious gifts
My daily thanks employ;
Nor is the least a cheerful heart
That tastes those gifts with joy.
Through ev'ry period of my life,
Thy goodness I'll pursue;
And after death, in distant worlds
The glorious theme renew.
When nature fails, and day and night
Divide thy works no more,
My ever grateful heart, O Lord!!
Thy mercy shall adore.
Through all eternity to thee
A joyful song I'll raise,
For O! eternity's too short
To utter all thy praise.
A MAN PERISHING IN THE SNOW; FROM WHENCE REFLEC
TIONS ARE RAISED ON THE MISERIES OF LIFE.
AS THUS the snows arise; aud foul and fierce.
All winter drives along the darken'd air;
In his own loose revolving field, the swain
Disaster'd stands; sees other hiils ascend,
Of unknown joyless brow; and other scenes,
Of horrid prospect, shag the trackless plains
Nor finds the river nor the forest hid
Beneath the formless wild; but wanders on
From hill to dale, still more and more astray
Impatient flouncing through the drifted heaps,
Stung with the thoughts of home, the thoughts of boR
Hush on his nerves, and call their vigor forth.
In many a vain attempt. How sinks his soul!
What black despair, what horror fills his heart!
When for the dusky spot which fancy feign'd
His tufted cottage, rising through the snow,
He meets the roughness of the middle waste,
Far from the track and blest abode of man;
While round him night resistless closes fast
And ev'ry tempest howling o'er his head,
Renders the savage wilderness more wild.
Then throng the busy shapes into his mind,
Of cover'd pits unfathomly deep,"
A dire descent beyond the power of frost!
Of faithless bogs; of precipices huge,
Emooth'd up with snow; and what is land, unknowa
What water with the still unfrozen spring,
In the loose marsh or solitary lake,
Where the fresh fountain from the bottom boils.
These check his fearful steps; and down he sinks
Beneath the shelter of the shapeless drift,
Thinking o'er all the bitterness of death,
Mix'd with the tender anguish nature shoots
Through the wrung bosom of the dying man,
His wife, his children, and his friends unseen.
In vain for him th'officious wife prepares
The fire fair blazing, and the vestment warm;
In vain his little children, peeping out
Into the mingled storm, demand their sire,
With tears of artless innocence. Alaş!
Nor wife, nor children, more shall he behold
Nor friends, nor sacred home. On ev'ry nerve
The deadly winter seizes; shuts up sense;
And o'er his inmost vitals creeping cold,
Lays him along the snow a stiffen corse,
Stretch'd out and bleaching in the northern blast.
Ali, little think the gay licentious proud,
Whom pleasure, pow'r, and affluence surround
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