Fugitive Poetry. 1600–1878/Peace of Mind

Peace of Mind.

Come lovely, gentle Peace of Mind, Be thou my cheerful, constant guest,With thee, whate'er on earth I find, Thou, pledge of heaven, shalt make me blest.

Come, thou that lov'st to walk at eve, The banks of murmuring streams along,That dar'st the crowded court to leave, To hear the rustic's simple song.

With thee, the lamp of wisdom burns, The guiding light to realms above;With thee, the raptured mortal learns The wonders of celestial love.

With thee, the poor have endless wealth, Thy sacred presence glads the slave;With thee, the sick hail coming health, The weak are strong, the timid brave.