ODE TO PEACE, William Collins 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. T116245 1135 K093079.002 Pearch, G. A collection of poems in four volumes. By several hands. Vol. II. [The second edition]. London printed for G. Pearch 1770 pp. 22-23. 4v. ; 8⁰.

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ODE TO PEACE , BY THE SAME . O Thou , who bad'st thy turtles bear Swift from his grasp thy golden hair , And sought'st thy native skies : When War , by vultures drawn from far , To Britain bent his iron car , And bad his storms arise ! Tir'd of his rude tyrannic sway , Our youth shall fix some festive day , His sullen shrines to burn : But thou , who hear'st the turning spheres , What sounds may charm thy partial ears , And gain thy blest return ! O Peace , thy injur'd robes up-bind , O rise , and leave not one behind Of all thy beamy train : The British lion , goddess sweet , Lies stretch'd on earth to kiss thy feet , And own thy holier reign . Let others court thy transient smile , But come to grace thy western isle , By warlike Honour led ! And , while around her ports rejoice , While all her sons adore thy choice , With him for ever wed !