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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! 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
 all round to the sea, I am lord of the fowl and the brute. O Solitude! where are the charms That sages have seen in thy face? Better dwell in the midst of alarms Than reign in this horrible place. I am out of humanity's reach, I must finish my journey alone, 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 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. Y JOURNEY ALONE NEVER HEARD THE SWEET MUSIC OF SPEECH I START AT THE SOUND OF MY OWN THE BEASTS THAT ROAM O'ER 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 OH HAD I THE WINGS OF A DOVE HOW SOON WOULD I TASTE YOU AGAIN MY SORROWS I THEN MIGHT ASSAGE IN THE WAYS OF RELIGION AND TRUTH MIGHT 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
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