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...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 I recollection at hand Soon hurries me back to despair. But the sea-fowl is gone to her nest, The beast...

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...of the mind ! Compared with the fpeed of its flight. The tempeft itfelf lags behind, A*id the fwift winged arrows of light, When I think of my own native land, . ^ In a moment I feem to be there ; -' But, alas ! recollection at hand • j Soon hurries me back to defpair. But the...

...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...

...its flight, The tempest itself lags behind, And the swift winged arrows of light. When I think on. my own native land, In a moment I seem to be there ; But, alas I recollection. at hand Soon hurries me back to despair. But vhe sea-fowl is gone to her nest, The...

...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,...recollection at hand Soon hurries me back to despair. , VII. But the seafowl is gone to her nest, The beast is laid down iu his lair ; Even here is a season...

...speed of its flight, ' The tempest itself lags behind, And the swift-winged arrows of light.. When 1 think of my own native land, In a moment I seem to be there ; But, alas! recollection at hand .; , • ... But the sea-fowl is gone to her nest. . , " The beast is laid down in his lair : E'en...

...mind ! Cornpar'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 1 seem to be there ; But, alas ! recollection at hand Soon hurries me back to despair. But the sea-fowl...