VERSES, Supposed to be written by ALEXANDER SELKIRK, during his folitary Abode in the Island 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 sea, I am lord of the fowl and the brute. Oh folitude! where are the charms That fages have feen in thy face? Better dwell in the midst of alarms, Than reign in this horrible place. II. I am out of humanity's reach, Society, friendship, and love, Divinely bestow'd upon man, Oh had I the wings of a dove, My forrows I then might affuage IV. Religion! IV. Religion! what treasure untold Refides in that heav'nly word! More precious than filver and gold, But the found of the church going bell Ne'er figh'd at the found of a knell, Or fmil'd when a sabbath appear❜d. V. Ye winds that have made me your sport, Convey to this defolate shore, Some cordial endearing report Of a land 1 fhall vifit no more. My friends, do they now and then fend A wish or a thought after me? O tell me I yet have a friend, Though a friend I am never to fee. X 2 VI. How VI... How fleet is a glance of the mind! Compar'd with the fpeed of its flight, And the swift winged arrows of light. Soon hurries me back to despair. VII. But the fea fowl, is gone to her nest, Ev'n here is a season of rest, And I to my cabin repair. There is mercy in ev'ry place, And mercy, encouraging thought! Gives even affliction a grace, And reconciles man to his lot. On 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 science pour'd the light of truth, Difcernment, eloquence, and grace, Proclaim him born to fway The balance in the highest place, And bear the palm away. IV. The praise bestow'd was juft and wife, He sprang impetuous forth, Secure of conqueft where the prize Attends fuperior worth. |