...mind! Compar'd with the fpeed of its flight; The Tempeft itfelf lags behind, And the fwift-winged arrow of Light. When I think of my own native land, In a...feem to be there; But alas! Recolleftion, at hand, Soon hurries me back to Defpair. But the fea-fowl is gone to her neft, The beaft is laid down in his...

...mind! Compar'd with the fpeed of its flight; The Tempeft itfelf lags behind, And the fwift-winged arrow of Light. When I think of my own native land. In a moment I feem to be there j But alas! Recollection, at hand, Soon hurries me back to Defpair. But the fea-fowl is gone to her...

...¡ni,,d '— Compar'd with the fpeed of its flight, The temped itfelf. lags behind, And the fwifc-winged arrows of light. When I think of my own native land, In a moment I fecm to be there ; Bur, alas ! recollcftion at hand Soon hurries me bade to ib fpair. But the fea-fowl...

...Mind ! Compar'd with the fpeed of its flight, The tempeft itlelf lags behind, And the fwift-wing'd arrows of light. When I think of my own native land, In a moment I feem to be there ; But, alas ! recollection at hand Soon hurries me back to defpair. But the fea-fowl is gone to her neft, The beaft...

...friend I am never to fee. VI. How fleet is a glance of the mind I Compar'd with the fpeed of its flight, The tempeft itfelf lags behind, And the fwift winged...native land. In a moment I feem to be there ; But alas ! recolledlion at hand Soon hurries me back to defpair. . VII. But the fea-fowl is gone to her neft,...

...Compar'd with the fpeed of its flight, The tempcft itfelf lags, behind, And the fwift-winged arrow of light. When I think of my own native land, In a moment I ftem to be there ; But, alas ! Recollection at hand Soon hurries me back to defpair. But the fea-fowl...

...of the mind ! Compar'd 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. VII. But the sea-fowl...

...friend I am never to fee. VI. How fleet is a glance of the mind! Compared with the fpeed of its flight, The tempeft itfelf lags behind, And the fwift winged...feem to be there ; But alas ! recolleftion at hand Soon hurries me back to defpair. VII. But the fea-fowl is gone to her neft, The beaft is laid down...

...mind '. Compar'd with the speed of it's 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. VII. But the seafowl...

...friend I am never to fee. How rieet is a glance of the mind ! Compar'd with the fpeed of its llight, The tempeft itfelf lags behind, And the fwift- winged...When I think of my own native land, In a moment I leem to be there ; But alas ! recolleftion at hand Soon hurries me back to defpair. But the fca-fowl...