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. 


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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