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And knew the glow-worm by his spark;
“Did you admire my lamp," quoth he,
Hence jarring sectaries may learn
Those Christians best deserve the name,
THE PINEAPPLES AND THE BEE
The Pineapples, in triple row,
“Methinks," I said, in thee I find
Like thine, her appetite is keen,
Our dear delights are often such,
SUPPOSED TO BE WRITTEN BY ALEXANDER SELKIRK, DURING HIS SOLITARY ABODE ON
THE ISLAND OF JUAN FERNANDEZ°
I am lord of the fowl and the brute.
That sages have seen in thy face°?
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 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 truth, Might learn from the wisdom of age,
And be cheered by the sallies of youth.
Resides in that heavenly word!
Or all that this earth can afford.
These valleys and rocks never heard,
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.
A wish or a thought after me?
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 sea-fowl 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. There's mercy in every place,
And mercy, encouraging thought! Gives even affliction a grace,
And reconciles man to his lot.