Song XXXVII., pp.285-286.

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OH! lead me to some peaceful gloom, 

Where none but sighing lovers come, 

Where the shrill trumpets never found, 

But one eternal hush goes round. 

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There let me sooth my pleasing pain, 

And never think of war again; 

What glory can a lover have 

To conquer, yet be still a slave? 

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