SOLITUDE. From the Latin. Rev. Charles Wesley 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. T31323 K034809.000 Wesley, John, 1703-1791. Wesley, Charles, 1707-1788. Hymns and sacred poems: Published by John Wesley, ... and Charles Wesley, ... London printed by William Strahan; and sold by James Hutton; and at Mr. Bray's 1739 pp. 6-7. x,[6],223,[1]p.; 12⁰.

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SOLITUDE . From the Latin . SOLITUDE ! where shall I find Thee , pleasing to the thoughtful Mind ! Sweet Delights to Thee belong , Untasted by the vulgar Throng . Weary of Vice and Noise I flee , Sweetest Comforter , to Thee . Here the Mild and Holy Dove Peace inspires and Joy and Love . Thy unmolested , silent Shade No tumultuous Sounds invade : No Stain of Guilt is seen in Thee , To soil thy spotless Purity . Here the smiling Fields around Softest Harmony resound . Here with Angel Quires combin'd , The Lord of his own peaceful Mind Glides thro' Life , from Business far , And noisy Strife , and eating Care . Here retir'd from Pomp and State ( The envy'd Torment of the Great ) Innocent he leads his Days , Far from giddy Thirst of Praise . Here his Accounts with studious Care Preparing for the last great Bar , He weeps the Stains of Guilt away , And ripens for Eternal Day . Hoarded Wealth desire who please , Tow'rs and gilded Palaces . Fraudless Silence may I find , Solitude and Peace of Mind ; To all the busy World unknown , Seen and lov'd by God alone . Ye Rich , ye Learn'd , ye Great , confess This in Life is Happiness , To live ( unknown to all abroad ) To myself only and my GOD .