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How fleet is a glance of the mind!
And the swift-winged arrows of light.
But the sea-fowl is gone to her nest,
And I to my cabin repair.
ON THE PROMOTION
OF EDWARD THURLOW, ESQ.
THE LORD HIGH CHANCELLORSHIP OF
ROUND Thurlow's head in early youth
And in his sportive days,
Fair Science pour'd the light of truth,
And Genius shed his rays.
See! with united wonder cried
Discernment, eloquence, and grace,
The praise bestow'd was just and wise;
So the best courser on the plain
ODE TO PEACE.
COME, peace of mind, delightful guest!
Return, and make thy downy nest
We therefore need not part.
Where wilt thou dwell, if not with me,
For whom, alas! dost thou prepare
The great, the gay, shall they partake
That murmurs through the dewy mead,
For thee I panted, thee I prized,
Whate'er I loved before;
WEAK and irresolute is man;
The purpose of to-day,
Woven with pains into his plan,
To-morrow rends away.
The bow well bent, and smart the spring,
Vice seems already slain;
But Passion rudely snaps the string,
And it revives again.
Some foe to his upright intent
But Pleasure wins his heart.
'Tis here the folly of the wise
Bound on a voyage of awful length
And dangers little known,
A stranger to superior strength,
But oars alone can ne'er prevail,
To reach the distant coast;
The breath of heaven must swell the sail, Or all the toil is lost.
REBELLION is my theme all day;
(As who knows but perhaps it may ?)
A little nearer home.
Yon roaring boys who rave and fight
I always held them in the right,
When lawless mobs insult the court,
If breaking windows be the sport,
But O! for him my fancy culls
Who constitutionally pulls
Your house about your ears.
Such civil broils are my delight,
Though some folks can't endure them,
Who say the mob are mad outright,
A rope! I wish we patriots had
Such strings for all who need 'emWhat! hang a man for going mad! Then farewell British freedom.