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O! YOU , who have toil’d in you world’s busy scene,
And harass’d with cares and with follies have been,
Ah! wander no more, here your sorrows shall cease,
For this, pensive Stranger, ‘s the COTTAGE of PEACE.
Since our youth to the wars have been destined to roam,
Sweet Peace has been scared from her long-cherish’d home.
Like the dove she is fled the fresh olive to find,
To form into wreaths, with these laurels to bind.
This humble straw roof to my care she has given,
And yon fountain and wood, are as sacred as Heaven.
‘Tis here then, dear Stranger, your sorrows shall cease,
And Happiness dwell in the Cottage of Peace.
(Mrs. Walter Spencer)
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