I am monarch of all I survey; 
My right there is none to dispute; 
From the centre all round to the sea 
I am lord of the fowl and the brute 
O Solitude! where are the charms 
That sages have seen in thy face? 
Better dwell in the midst of alarms, 
Than reign in this horrible place. 

I am out of humanity's reach; 
I must finish my journey alone; 
Never hear the sweet music of speech-- 
I start at the sound of my own; 
The beasts that roam over the plain 
My form with indifference see-- 
They are so unacquainted with man,
Their tameness is shocking to me. 

Society, Friendship, and Love 
Divinely bestow'd upon man, 
Oh 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. 

Religion! what treasure untold
Resides in that heavenly word!
More precious than silver and gold,
Or all that this earth can afford.
But the sound of the church-going bell
These valleys and rocks never heard,
Ne'er sighed at the sound of a knell,
Or smiled when a Sabbath appeared.

Ye winds that have made me your sport,
Convey to this desolate shore 
Some cordial endearing report 
Of a land I shall visit no more. 
My friends, do they now and then send 
A wish or a thought after me?
O tell me I yet have a friend, 
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-wingèd 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 is 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. 
There's mercy in every place;
And mercy--encouraging thought!-- 
Gives even affliction a grace, 
And reconciles man to his lot.