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Society, friendship, and love,
In the ways of religion and truth, Might learn from the wisdom of age, And be cheer'd by the sallies of youth.
Religion! what treasure untold
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! 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.
But the seafowl is gone to her nest,
And I to my cabin repair.
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.
ROUND Thurlow's head in early youth,
Fair Science pour'd the light of truth,
See! with united wonder cried
Th' experienc'd and the sage,
With all the skill of age?
Discernment, eloquence, and grace
The balance in the highest place,
And bear the palm away.
The praise bestow'd was just and wise;
So the best courser on the plain
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,
We therefore need not part.
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 great, the gay, shall they partake
That murmurs through the dewy mead,
To be a guest with them?
For thee I panted, thee I priz'd,
For thee I gladly sacrific'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?