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The beasts that roam over the plain
Society, friendship, and love,
In the ways of religion and truth, Might learn from the wisdom of age, And be cheer'd by the sallies of youth.
Religion! what treasure untold
Resides in that heavenly word! More precious than silver and gold, Or all that this earth can afford. But the sound of the church-going bell These valleys and rocks never heard, Never sigh'd at the sound of a knell, Or smiled when a sabbath appear'd.
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-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,
OBSCUREST night involved the sky,
No braver chief could Albion boast
He loved them both, but both in vain,
Not long beneath the whelming brine, Expert to swim, he lay;
Nor soon he felt his strength decline, Or courage die away;
But waged with death a lasting strife,
He shouted: nor his friends had fail'd
They left their outcast mate behind,
And scudded still before the wind.
Some succour yet they could afford;
The cask, the coop, the floated cord,
But he (they knew) nor ship nor shore,
Nor, cruel as it seem'd, could he
Yet bitter felt it still to die
He long survives who lives an hour
And so long he, with unspent power,
And ever as the minutes flew,
Entreated help, or cried-" Adieu!"
At length, his transient respite pass'd,
Could catch the sound no more:
No poet wept him: but the page
Of narrative sincere,
That tells his name, his worth, his age,
And tears by bards or heroes shed
I therefore purpose not, or dream,
But misery still delights to trace
No voice divine the storm allay'd,
We perish'd each alone;
But I beneath a rougher sea,
And whelm'd in deeper gulfs than he.