...friend I am never to see. How fleet is the glance of the mind ! Compared with the speed of Its fight, The tempest itself lags behind, And the swift-winged...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...

...is a glance of the mind? Compar'd with the speed of its flight, The tempest itself lags behind', Ahd the swift-winged arrows of light. . When I think of...recollection at hand, Soon hurries me back to despair. 7. But the sea-fowl has gone to her nest, The beast is laid down in his lair; Even here is a season...

...behind, And the swift-wingM arrows of light. When I think of my own native land, In a moment I geem to be there ; But alas ! recollection at hand Soon hurries me back to despair. 7 But the sea-fowl has gone to her nest, The 1 least is laid down in his lair; Even here is a season...

...a friend I am never to see ! T How fleet is the glance of the mind ! Compar'd with the speed of its flight, The tempest itself lags behind, And the swift-winged...recollection at hand Soon hurries me back to despair. But the sea-fowl is gone to her nest, The beast is laid down in his lair ; Even here is a season of...

...effect, this earthly clog prevents. The exile from home feels this true — " When I think of my dear native land, In a moment I seem to be there ; But, alas! recollection at hand, Soon hurries me batik to despair." No impediment like this, no check to the free accomplishment of every volition,...

...another. Cowper exclaims, — " How swift 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." We may visit the poles or the tropics. We may fancy ourselves in the arctic regions, half buried in...

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...mind ! Compared with the speed of its flight, The tempest itself lags behind, And the swift-wing'd arrows of light. When I think of my own native land,...recollection at hand Soon hurries me back to despair. But the sea-fowl is gone to her nest, The beast is laid down in his lair ; Even here is a season of...

...Though a friend I am never to see. How fleet is the glance df the mind ! Compared with the speed of its flight, The tempest itself lags behind, And the swift-winged...recollection at hand Soon hurries me back to despair. But the sea-fowl is gone to her nest, The beast is laid down in his lair ; Even here is a season of...

...Though a friend I am never to see. 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. 20 When I think of my own native land In a moment I seem to be there ; But alas ! recollection at hand...