The Token and Atlantic Souvenir

Purchase of this book includes free trial access to www.million-books.com where you can read more than a million books for free. This is an OCR edition with typos. Excerpt from book: WHERE IS PEACE BY FARE BENJAMIN. Oh, where is peace ? I asked my heart, ? it echoed Only the mournful question, ? where is peace ?' Is there a spot among these earthly regions, Where yearnings of the soul and troubles cease ? I went to History and conned its pages, And most of these were deeply dyed in...
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Purchase of this book includes free trial access to www.million-books.com where you can read more than a million books for free. This is an OCR edition with typos. Excerpt from book: WHERE IS PEACE BY FARE BENJAMIN. Oh, where is peace ? I asked my heart, ? it echoed Only the mournful question, ? where is peace ?' Is there a spot among these earthly regions, Where yearnings of the soul and troubles cease ? I went to History and conned its pages, And most of these were deeply dyed in blood; I found but scenes succeeding scenes of contest, And strife and passion, since the avenging flood. I sent Reflection over the world's wide waters, And vainly sought an olive leaf to find, Whose tender green should tell of grief subsiding, And some high place of safety for the mind. There is no peace, ? it is the prize which sages Cannot attain, with all their studious lore, ? They waste the lamp of life till death approaches, And are at last no wiser than before. There is no peace, ? 't is not in wealth or splendour, Success, dominion, revelry, or pride; Nor in thy laurels, gratified ambition Nor yet with happy love doth peace reside. This sober truth is taught by stern Experience, No one believes it but the ripe in years; Youth doubts, and trusts that present clouds will vanish, And sees a rainbow through the mist of tears. One after one our pleasures cease to lighten The sombre path that in the distance lies; As one star fades away from life's horizon, We fondly hope a brighter star will rise, Till age comes on; and then we learn the lesson, That peace, sweet peace is not the child of time; Too gross the air we breathe, too dim our sunshine, For the fair native of a deathless clime. THE SEA. Moaji on, thou melancholy sea, Thy hollow heaving surge Rolls to mine ear eternally A requiem and a dirge. Moan on, thou vast and melancholy sea, Type of man's soul, that ever moans with thee. ...