Thy form benign, O Goddess, wear, To soften, not to wound my heart. What others are to feel, and know myself a Man. T. GRAY. 160. THE SOLITUDE OF ALEXANDER SELKIRK. I am monarch of all I survey; I am out of humanity's reach, Society, Friendship, and Love Might learn from the wisdom of age, Ye winds that have made me your sport, My friends, do they now and then send How fleet is a glance of the mind! But the seafowl is gone to her nest, And reconciles man to his lot. W. COWPER. 161. TO MARY UNWIN. Mary! I want a lyre with other strings, Such aid from heaven as some have feign'd they drew, An eloquence scarce given to mortals, new And undebased by praise of meaner things, That ere through age or woe I shed my wings I may And that immortalises whom it sings :— But thou hast little need. There is a Book A chronicle of actions just and bright- N 162. TO THE SAME. The twentieth year is well nigh past Thy spirits have a fainter flow, I see thee daily weaker grow 'Twas my distress that brought thee low, Thy needles, once a shining store, Now rust disused, and shine no more; For though thou gladly wouldst fulfil |