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Samuel Taylor Coleridge - Domestic Peace
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Tell me, on what holy ground 
May domestic peace be found? 
Halcyon daughter of the skies, 
Far on fearful wing she flies, 
From the pomp of scepter`d state, 
From the rebel`s noisy hate.
In a cottaged vale she dwells 
List`ning to the Sabbath bells! 
Still around her steps are seen, 
Spotless honor`s meeker mien, 
Love, the sire of pleasing fears, 
Sorrow smiling through her tears, 
And conscious of the past employ, 
Memory, bosom-spring of joy.
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