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"Whilst thou, perhaps, for some few years,
Shalt rule this fickle land,
To let them know how wide the rule "Twixt king and tyrant hand.
"Thy power unjust, thou traitor slave!
King Edward's soul rushed to his face,
"To him that so-much-dreaded death
"So let him die !" Duke Richard said;
And now the horses gently drew
Sir Charles did up the scaffold go,
And to the people he did say :
As long as Edward rules this land,
Your sons and husbands shall be slain,
"You leave your good and lawful king, When in adversity;
Like me, unto the true cause stick,
Then he, with priests, upon his knees,
Then, kneeling down, he laid his head
And out the blood began to flow,
The bloody axe his body fair
One part did rot on Kinwulph-hill,
The other on Saint Paul's good gate,
His head was placed on the high cross,
Thus was the end of Bawdin's fate:
VERSES SUPPOSED TO BE WRITTEN BY ALEXANDER SELKIRK, DURING HIS SOLITARY ABODE IN THE
ISLAND OF JUAN FERNANDEZ.
AM monarch of all I survey—
I am lord of the fowl and the brute.
That sages have seen in thy face?
I am out of humanity's reach;
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 bestowed upon man! O, 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 truthMight learn from the wisdom of age, And be cheered by the sallies of youth.
Religion! What treasure untold
Resides in that heavenly word!—
Or all that this earth can afford;
Or smiled when a sabbath appeared.
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!
And the swift-winged arrows of light.
In a moment I seem to be there;
Soon hurries me back to despair.
But the sea-fowl is gone to her nest,
And I to my cabin repair.
And mercy encouraging thought!—
HE pulpit, therefore (and I name it filled
Of its legitimate, peculiar powers)
Must stand acknowledged, while the world shall stand,
The most important and effectual guard,
Support, and ornament of Virtue's cause.