Poems (Edwards)/Peace of Mind
PEACE OF MIND.
Where, where is peace? earth's giddy ones exclaimed,
When pleasure palled upon the sickened heart,
Where, tell me where, oh! spirit-cheering maid,
Sweet peace of mind! tell, tell me where thou art?
Earth's gilded pleasures echoed back the sound,
Not here, not here, sweet peace of mind is found.
When pleasure palled upon the sickened heart,
Where, tell me where, oh! spirit-cheering maid,
Sweet peace of mind! tell, tell me where thou art?
Earth's gilded pleasures echoed back the sound,
Not here, not here, sweet peace of mind is found.
The pampered miser gazed upon his hoard
With eager eyes, yet silently he turned
From all his treasure with a sickened heart,
A lonely feeling in his bosom burned.
Where, where is peace? in agony he cried;
Not here, not here, the hoarded wealth replied.
With eager eyes, yet silently he turned
From all his treasure with a sickened heart,
A lonely feeling in his bosom burned.
Where, where is peace? in agony he cried;
Not here, not here, the hoarded wealth replied.
Ambition's vot'ry gained the lofty hill,
Where fame's high temple reared its tow'ring head.
Alone he stood upon the cloud-capped mount,
In silent anguish, trembling and afraid;
Where, where is peace, delightful peace of mind?
I sought it here, but searching could not find.
Where fame's high temple reared its tow'ring head.
Alone he stood upon the cloud-capped mount,
In silent anguish, trembling and afraid;
Where, where is peace, delightful peace of mind?
I sought it here, but searching could not find.
The reckless wanderer from the path of life,
With careless steps pursued the way to death,
Till vengeance threw its curses on his head,
Then prayers for mercy trembled on each breath;—
Where, where is peace? the dying sinner cried,
'Tis found in Christ, his conscience quick replied.
With careless steps pursued the way to death,
Till vengeance threw its curses on his head,
Then prayers for mercy trembled on each breath;—
Where, where is peace? the dying sinner cried,
'Tis found in Christ, his conscience quick replied.
The Christian walked with holiness and fear,
The road that leads to everlasting rest,
Storms howled around, and angry billows rolled,
Yet all was calm and tranquil in his breast;
At peace with God, at peace with all mankind,
He found that rest the world can never find.
The road that leads to everlasting rest,
Storms howled around, and angry billows rolled,
Yet all was calm and tranquil in his breast;
At peace with God, at peace with all mankind,
He found that rest the world can never find.