Poems, partly of rural life, (in national English.) By William Barnes |
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SONNET XX. TO PEACE.
Peace! holy habitant of lonely cell
And silent vale, or solitary hill;
Who fleest far from human strife, to dwell
With sweet Contentment, anger-free and still.
Gay Youth may seek the throng, and Mirth may fill
His sparkling glass; while Pleasure lays her spell
O'er all her captive hearts, to softly quell
The ling'ring memory of ev'ry ill:
And silent vale, or solitary hill;
Who fleest far from human strife, to dwell
With sweet Contentment, anger-free and still.
Gay Youth may seek the throng, and Mirth may fill
His sparkling glass; while Pleasure lays her spell
O'er all her captive hearts, to softly quell
The ling'ring memory of ev'ry ill:
But as for me, O lovely Peace, I sigh
To dwell with thee away from noise and strife.
Be thou my sweet companion night and day.
To dwell with thee away from noise and strife.
Be thou my sweet companion night and day.
With thee, not idly, let me pass away
The softly-wasting evening of my life,
And, while I calmly live, prepare to die.
The softly-wasting evening of my life,
And, while I calmly live, prepare to die.
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