Peace.
By John Clare
I seek for Peace--I care not where 'tis found: On this rude scene in briars and brambles drest, If peace dwells here, 'tis consecrated ground, And owns the power to give my bosom rest; To soothe the rankling of each bitter wound, Gall'd by rude Envy's adder-biting jest, And worldly strife;--ah, I am looking round For Peace's hermitage, can it be found?-- Surely that breeze that o'er the blue wave curl'd Did whisper soft, "Thy wanderings here are blest." How different from the language of the world! Nor jeers nor taunts in this still spot are given: Its calm's a balsam to a soul distrest; And, where Peace smiles, a wilderness is heaven.
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