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Thou whose birth on earth
Angels sang to men,
This day born again;
With thy cradle-ray,
To thy perfect day.
In all time and space
Forth before thy face.
Drew thee down to die ?
What beneath thy sky ? ..
Was not thine the star
Wise men from afar ? ..
Bid our peace increase,
Thou that madest morn;
Bid the day be born.
The New Jerusalem
And did those feet in ancient time
And did the Countenance Divine
Bring me my Bow of burning gold !
I will not cease from Mental Fight,
ENGLAND ! awake! awake! awake!
Thy hills and valleys felt her feet
And now the time returns again :
In what distant deeps or skies
And what shoulder, and what art,
What the hammer ? what the chain ?
When the stars threw down their spears,
Tiger ! tiger ! burning bright
He clasps the crag with crooked hands;
The wrinkled sea beneath him crawls ;
46 Alexander Selkirk during his Solitary
Abode in the Island of Juan Fernandez
I am monarch of all I survey ;
My right there is none to dispute ;
I am lord of the fowl and the brute.
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,
I start at the sound of
My form with indifference see ;
Their tameness is shocking to me.
Society, Friendship, and Love,
Divinely bestow'd 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 cheer'd by the sallies of youth
Ye winds that have made me your sport,
Convey to this desolate shore
Of a land I shall visit no more !
A wish or a thought after me ?
Though a friend I am never to see.
How feet 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 has 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.
And mercy, encouraging thought !