Complaint of quarrelsome neighbors; or, A devout wish for peace. br br Thou God of love, thou ever-blest, br Pity my suff'ring state; br When wilt thou set my soul at rest br From lips that love deceit? br br Hard lot of mine! my days are cast br Among the sons of strife, br Whose never-ceasing brawling waste br My golden hours of life. br br O might I fly to change my place, br How would I choose to dwell br In some wide lonesome wilderness, br And leave these gates of hell! br br Peace is the blessing that I seek, br How lovely are its charms! br I am for peace; but when I speak, br They all declare for arms. br br New passions still their souls engage, br And keep their malice strong: br What shall be done to curb thy rage, br O thou devouring tongue! br br Should burning arrows smite thee through br Strict justice would approve; br But I had rather spare my foe, br And melt his heart with love.