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VI.

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

And the fwift winged arrows of light.
When I think of my own native land,
In a moment I feem to be there;
But alas! recollection at hand

Soon hurries me back to despair.
VII.

But the fea-fowl is gone to her neft,
The beaft is laid down in his lair;
Even here is a season of reft,

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 fportive days,

Fair fcience poured the light of truth,

And genius fhed his rays.

II.

See! with united wonder cried

The experienced and the fage,
Ambition in a boy fupplied
With all the skill of age!

III.

Difcernment, eloquence, and grace
Proclaim him born to sway

The balance in the highest place,

And bear the palm away,

IV.

The praife beftowed was juft and wife;
He fprang impetuous forth

Secure of conqueft, where the prize
Attends fuperior worth.

V.

So the best courfer 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 gueft!

Return and make thy downy neft

Once more in this fad 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! doft thou prepare

The fweets, that I was wont to share,

The banquet of thy fmiles?

III.

The great, the gay, fhall they partake
The heaven that thou alone canft make?
And wilt thou quit the ftream,

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

IV.

For thee I panted, thee I prized,

For thee I gladly facrificed

Whatever I loved before;

And fhall I fee thee ftart away,

And helpless, hopeless, hear thee fay→→→

Farewell! we meet no more?

HUMAN FRAILTY.

I.

WEAK and irrefolute is man;

The purpose of to-day,

Woven with pains into his plan,

To-morrow rends away.

II.

The bow well bent, and fmart the spring,

Vice feems already slain;

But paffion rudely snaps the ftring,

And it revives again.

III.

Some foe to his upright intent

Finds out his weaker part;

Virtue engages his affent,
But pleasure wins his heart.

IV.

'Tis here the folly of the wife

Through all his art we view;

And, while his tongue the charge denies,

His confcience owns it true.

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