STANZAS ON PEACE. 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. THE BRITISH ANTHOLOGY; OR, POETICAL LIBRARY. VOL. VIII. BURNS. LONDON: PUBLISHED BY JOHN SHARPE, DUKE STREET, PICCADILLY. 1825. |