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There's mercy in every place, And mercy, encouraging thought! THERE IS MERCY IN EVERY PLACE AND MERCY ENCOURAGING THOUGHT
 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? Oh, 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 seafowl 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. IGHT LEARN FROM THE WISDOM OF AGE AND BE CHEERED BY THE SALLIES OF YOUTH RELIGION WHAT TREASURE UNTOLD RESIDE IN THAT HEAVENLY WORLD MORE PRECIOUS THAN SILVER OR GOLD OR ALL THAT THIS EARTH CAN AFFORD BUT THE SOUND OF THE CHURCH GOING BALE THOSE VALLEYS OUR ROCKS NEVER HEARD NE'ER SIGHED AT THE SOUND OF A KNELL OR SMILED WHEN THE 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 THOUGHT AFTER ME O TELL ME YET HAVE FRIEND THOUGH FRIEND I'M NEVER TO SEE HOW FLEET IS THE GLANCE OF THE MIND COMPARED WITH THE SPEED OF ITS FLIGHT THE TEMPEST ITSELF LEGS 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 SEA FOWL IS GONE TO HER NEST THE BEAST HAS LAID DOWN IN HIS LAIR AND EVEN HERE THE SEASON OF REST AND I TO MY CABIN REPAIR
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