Song. On Peace.

Written in the summer of 1783, at the request of Lady Austen, who gave the sentiment. AIR—"My fond Shepherds of late." 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.