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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? 0, 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 its 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,

The beast is laid down in 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.

ROUND Thurlow's head in early youth,

And in his sportive days,
Fair Science pour'd the light of truth,
And Genius shed his rays.

“ See !" with united wonder cried

Th' experienc'd and the sage, Ambition in a boy supplied

With all the skill of age !
“ Discernment, eloquence, and grace

Proclaim him born to sway,
The balance in the highest place,

And bear the palm away.”
The praise bestow'd was just and wise ;

He sprang impetuous forth
Secure of conquest, where the prize

Attends superior worth.
So the best courser on the plain

Ere yet he starts is known,
And does but at the goal obtain

What all had deem'd his own.

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, Nor hold forbidden joys in view;

We, therefore, need not part. Where wilt thou dwell, if not with me, From ay’rice 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 ?
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?

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 !"

HUMAN FRAILTY. WEAK and irresolute is man;

The purpose of to-day, Woven with pains into his plan,

To-morrow rends away.
The bow well bent, and smart the spring,

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

And it revives again.
Some foe to his upright intent

Finds out his weaker part;
Virtue engages his assent,

But Pleasure wins his heart. 'Tis here the folly of the wise

Through all his heart we view; And, while his tongue the charge denies,

His conscience owns it true.
Bound on a voyage of awful length

And dangers little known,
A stranger to superior strength,

Man vainly trusts his own.
But oars alone can ne'er prevail,

To reach the distant coast ! The breath of Heav'n must swell the sail, Or all the toil is lost.

THE MODERN PATRIOT.
REBELLION is

my

theme all day;
I only wish 'twould come
(As who knows but perhaps it may ?)

A little nearer home.
Yon roaring boys who rave and fight

On t'other side th’ Atlantic,
I always held them in the right,

But more so when most frantic.
When lawless mobs insult the court,

That man shall be my toast,
If breaking windows be the sport,

Who bravely breaks the most.
But, O! for him my fancy culls

The choicest flow'rs she bears,
Who constitutionally pulls

Your house about your ears.
Such civil broils are my delight,

Though some folks can't endure them,
Who

say

the mob are mad outright, And that a rope must cure them. rope ! I wish we patriots had Such strings for all who need 'emWhat! hang a man for going mad!

Then, farewell British freedom.

ON OBSERVING SOME NAMES OF LITTLE NOTE RECORDED IN THE BIOGRAPHIA BRITANNICA. Oh, fond attempt to give a deathless lot To names ignoble, born to be forgot!

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