On Peace

O Peace! and dost thou with thy presence bless The dwellings of this war-surrounded Isle; Soothing with placid brow our late distress, Making the triple Kingdom brightly smile? Joyful I hail thy presence; and I hail The sweet companions that await on thee; Complete my joy—let not my first wish fail, Let the sweet mountain nymph thy favorite be, With England's happiness proclaim Europa's liberty. O Europe! let not sceptred Tyrants see That thou must shelter in thy former state; Keep thy chains burst, and boldly say thou art free; Give thy Kings law—leave not uncurbed the (great?) So with the honors past thou'lt win thy happier fate!