ODE TO CONDUIT VALE, BLACKHEATH. Anne Hunter (née Home) Alexander Huber Editor Bodleian Libraries, University of Oxford
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Oxford This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-ShareAlike 3.0 Unported License. Hunter, Anne Home (Mrs. John), 1742-1821. Poems, by Mrs. John Hunter. London Printed for T. Payne, Mews Gate, by T. Bensley, Bolt Court, Fleet Street 1802 pp. 16-17.

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ODE TO CONDUIT VALE , BLACKHEATH . DEAR tranquil shades , where freedom reigns , Where calm content has fix'd her seat , Lost to the world , its joys , its pains , With thee I find a safe retreat ; The shafts of scorn or envy fail , Alike , to reach my peaceful vale . 'Tis here with friendship's soothing smile The gentle charities appear , With converse sweet the hours beguile , And steal away the frowning year ; To you , ye kind affections hail ! Most welcome to my peaceful vale . Though torn from those delightful ties Which hold the heart to life and light , Remembrance still the loss supplies , And fancy gives them to my sight ; Her dear delusive powers prevail , And oft they bless my peaceful vale . The treasur'd heaps of ancient lore , The page where modern genius plays , For me shall spread their boundless store , And fill with varying thought my days ; Perhaps the muse by twilight pale May deign to seek my peaceful vale . Thus far from pride of wealth and show , Thus far from poverty and care , I walk unseen , nor wish to know A joy the heart disdains to share ; Let others spread the vent'rous sail , I quit no more my peaceful vale .