A book of English poetry; ed. by T. Shorter

POGGI <W TD IICCUL Alro DOI08'rl0 A.FJ'EC'I'IOR ~7

I am oot of bumanit,y'a rencb,

I muat Jiuish my JOurney alone,

Nner hear the n'eet music of epeech i

I start a~ ~he eoon.d of my own.

The beaatl that roam over the plain

My form with indifference eee;

They &re eo unacquainted with man,

Their ta.meneu Ia ehocking to me.

Socie~, Frieudehi~ 1 and Love,

Div10ely bestow d upon man,

0 had I the winr of a dovo

How BOOD woUld I taat. yo11 again I

My IIOJTOWI I then mi,ht .. uage

In the waya of reli!lon and troth,

MigM learn from the wiedom of age,

And be cb%r'd by the ....Wee o! youth.

Ye winds that have made me your aport,

Convey to thia deeola te eh.ore

Some cordial endearini l'eport

or a land I eball vialt DO more r

My friends, do they now and then 1011d

A wish or a thought aftA!r me 1

0 rell me I yet have a friend,

Though a friend I &m never to eee I

How 8eet ia a IJlance of the mind I

Compared With the apeed of ita B.igl!t..

The tempeat itllelf laga bt-bind,

And the swift.. winged arrows of light.

When I think of my own native land,

In a moment I seem to be there t

But tJaa I reoolleetion at hand

Soon hurries me back to despair.

Bot the aea--fowl.fa gone to bar neat,

The beast is laid down in his lair ;

Even here ie aaeaaon oheet,

.And I to my cabin repair.

There's mercy in eovery plaee,

.And mercY.!. enoonraging though~ I

Gives even amiotion a grace,

.And ttoonoUes man to hl.llot.

CoWP&a.