Classic Poem

Peace! holy habitant of lonely cell
And crowdless vale, or solitary hill;
Who fleest far from noisy strife, to dwell
With sweet Contentment, anger-free and still:
Gay Youth may seek the throng, and Mirth may fill
His sparkling glass; while Pleasure lays her spell
O'er all her careless hearts, to softly quell
The ling'ring memory of ev'ry ill:

But as for me, O lovely Peace, I sigh
To dwell with thee away from noise and strife.
Be thou my happy mate by night and day.
With thee, not idly, let me pass away
The softly-wasting evening of my life,
And, while I calmly live, prepare to die.