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Ode To Peace. - Written On The Night Of My Mistress's Grand Rout.

    By Thomas Hood



    Oh Peace, oh come with me and dwell -
    But stop, for there's the bell.
    Oh Peace! for thee I go and sit in churches
    On Wednesday, when there's very few
    In loft or pew -
    Another ring, the tarts are come from Birch's.
    Oh Peace! for thee I have avoided marriage -
    Hush! there's a carriage.
    Oh Peace! thou art the best of earthly goods -
    The five Miss Woods!
    Oh Peace! thou art the goddess I adore -
    There come some more.
    Oh Peace! thou child of solitude and quiet -
    That's Lord Dunn's footman, for he loves a riot!

    Oh Peace!
    Knocks will not cease.
    Oh Peace! thou wert for human comfort plann'd -
    That's Weippert's band.
    Oh Peace! how glad I welcome thy approaches -
    I hear the sound of coaches.
    Oh Peace! oh Peace! another carriage stops -
    It's early for the Blenkinsops.

    Oh Peace! with thee I love to wander,
    But wait till I have showed up Lady Squander,
    And now I've seen her up the stair,
    Oh Peace! - but here comes Captain Hare.
    Oh Peace! thou art the slumber of the mind,
    Untroubled, calm and quiet, and unbroken, -
    If that is Alderman Guzzle from Portsoken,
    Alderman Gobble won't be far behind.
    Oh Peace! serene in worldly shyness, -
    Make way there for his Serene Highness!

    Oh Peace! if you do not disdain
    To dwell amongst the menial train,
    I have a silent place and lone,
    That you and I may call our own;
    Where tumult never makes an entry -
    Susan! what business have you in my pantry?

    Oh Peace! but there is Major Monk,
    At variance with his wife - Oh Peace!
    And that great German, Vander Trunk,
    And that great talker, Miss Apreece;
    Oh Peace! so dear to poet's quills -
    Oh Peace! our greatest renovator;
    I wonder where I put my waiter -
    Oh Peace! but here my Ode I'll cease,
    I have no peace to write of Peace!



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