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.
III.

Society, friendship, and love,
Divinely bestowed upon man,
Oh, had I the wings of a dove,
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 of age,
And be cheered by the sallies of youth.
IV.

Religion! what treasure untold
Resides in that heavenly world!
More precious than silver and gold,
Or all that this earth can afford.
But the sound of the church-going bell
These vallies and rocks never heard,
Never sighed at the sound of a knell,
Or smiled when a sabbath appeared.
V.

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?, CI
O tell me I yet have a friend,
Though a friend I am never to sec.

VI.

How fleet is a glance of the mind!
Compared with the speed of its flight,
The tempest itself lags behind,

And the swift winged arrows of light
When I think of my own native laud,
In a moment I seem to be there;
But alas! recollection at hand

Soon hurries me back to despair.

VII.

e to her nest,

But the sea-fowl is gone

The beast is laid down în his lair;

Even here is a season of rest,

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.

I.

ROUND Thurlow's head in early youth,
And in his sportive days, 1.

Fair science poured the light of truth,
And genius shed his rays.

PII.

See! with united wonder cried
The experienced and the sage,
Ambition in a boy supplied.
With all the skill of age!

III.

Discernment, eloquence, and grace
Proclaim him born to sway
The balance in the highest place,
And bear the palm away.

IV.

'The praise bestowed was just and wise;

He sprang impetuous forth

Secure of conquest, where the prize

Attends superior worth.

V.

So the best courser on the plain
Ere yet he starts is known,
And does but at the goal obtain
What all had deemed 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 power pursue,
Nor hold forbidden joys in view;
We therefore need not part.

II.

Where wilt thou dwell, if not with me, From avarice and ambition free,

And pleasure's fatal wiles?

For whom, alas! dost thou prepare

The sweets, that I was wont to share,
The banquet of thy smiles?

III.

The great, the gay, shall they partake The heaven, that thou alone canst make?

And wilt thou quit the stream,

That murmurs through the dewy mead,
The grove and the sequestered shed,
To be a guest with them?

IV.

For thee I panted, thee I prized,
For thee I gladly sacrificed
Whatever I loved before;

And shall I see thee start away,
And helpless, hopeless, hear thee say
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.

H.

The bow well bent, and smart the spring,

Vice seems already slain;
But passion rudely snaps the string,

And it revives again.

II.

Some foe to his upright intent

Finds out his weaker part;