* * * * *
_Conversation_.
A fool must now and then be right, by chance.
* * * * *
_John Gilpin_.
That, though on pleasure she was bent,
She had a frugal mind.
* * * * *
To dash through thick and thin.
* * * * *
A hat not much the worse for wear
* * * * *
_Lines to his Mother's Picture_.
O that those lips had language! Life has passed
With me but roughly since I heard thee last.
_Walking with God_.
What peaceful hours I once enjoyed?
How sweet their memory still!
But they have left an aching void,
The world can never fill.
* * * * *
VERSES,
_Supposed to be Written by Alexander Selkirk_.
I am monarch of all I survey,
My right there is none to dispute.
* * * * *
O Solitude! where are the charms
That sages have seen in thy face?
* * * * *
But the sound of the church-going bell
Those valleys and rocks never heard,
Never sighed at the sound of a knell,
Or smiled when a Sabbath appeared.
* * * * *
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.
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