William Taylor Collins - Ode to P E A C E

William Taylor Collins - Ode to P E A C E

O Thou, who bad'st thy Turtles bear br Swift from his Grasp thy golden Hair. br and sought'st thy native Skies: br When War, by Vultures drawn from far, br To Britain bent his Iron Car, br And bad his Storms arise! br br 2. br br Tir'd of his rude tyrannic Sway, br Our Youth shall fix some festive Day, br His sullen Shrines to burn: br But Thou who hear'st the turning Spheres, br What Sounds may charm thy partial Ears, br And gain thy blest Return! br br 3. br br O Peace, thy injur'd Robes up-bind, br O rise, and leave not one behind br Of all thy beamy Train: br The British Lion, Goddess sweet, br Lies stretch'd on Earth to kiss thy Feet, br And own thy holier Reign. br br 4.


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Uploaded: 2014-11-10

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