134 PEACE. 



Oh ! who can tell the restless hope of fame. 

 The bitter yearnings for a deathless name, 



That round the student's heart like serpents twine ! 

 Ambition's fever burns within his breast, 

 Can Peace, sweet Peace, abide with such a guest ? 



Search not within the city's crowded mart, 

 Where the low-whispered music of the heart 



Is all unheard amid the clang of gold ; 

 Oh never yet did Peace her chaplet twine 

 To lay upon base mammon's sordid shrine, 



Where earth's most precious things are bought and sold ; 

 Thrown on that pile the " pearl of price" would be 

 Despised, because unfit for merchantry. 



Go ! hie thee to God's altar, — kneeling there, 

 List to the mingled voice of fervent prayer 



That swells around thee in the sacred fane ; 

 Or catch the solemn organ's pealing note, 

 When grateful praises on the still air float, 



And the freed soul forgets earth's heavy chain, 

 And learn the seraph peace is always found 

 In her eternal home on holy ground. 



