|
|
|||||||||||||
|
I AM monarch of all I survey; |
|||||||||||||
|
My right there is none to dispute; |
|||||||||||||
|
From the centre all round to the sea |
|||||||||||||
|
I am lord of the fowl and the brute |
|||||||||||||
|
O Solitude! where are the charms |
|||||||||||||
|
That sages have seen in thy face? |
|||||||||||||
|
Better dwell in the midst of alarms, |
|||||||||||||
|
Than reign in this horrible place. |
|||||||||||||
|
|
|||||||||||||
|
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. |
|||||||||||||
|
|
|||||||||||||
|
Society, Friendship, and Love |
|||||||||||||
|
Divinely bestow'd 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 cheer'd by the sallies of youth. |
|||||||||||||
|
|
|||||||||||||
|
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! |
|||||||||||||
|
Compared with the speed of its flight, |
|||||||||||||
|
The tempest itself lags behind, |
|||||||||||||
|
And the swift-wingèd 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 sea-fowl 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. |
|||||||||||||
|
|
|||||||||||||