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STANZAS ON PEACE.
No longer I follow a sound;
No longer a dream I pursue : O Happiness! not to be found,
Unattainable treasure, adieu !
I have sought thee in splendour and dress,
In the regions of pleasure and taste; I have sought thee, and seem'd to possess,
But have proved thee a vision at last.
An humble ambition and hope
The voice of true Wisdom inspires ; 'Tis sufficient, if Peace be the scope
And the summit of all our desires.
Peace may be the lot of the mind
That seeks it in meekness and love : But rapture and bliss are confined
To the glorified spirits above.
LONDON: PUBLISHED BY JOHN SHARPE,