Book 2 — [FROM 'THE FALL OF ROBESPIERRE', ACT I, L. 210]

Tell me, on what holy ground May Domestic Peace be found? Halcyon daughter of the skies, Far on fearful wings she flies, From the pomp of Sceptered State, 5 From the Rebel's noisy hate. In a cottag'd vale She dwells, Listening to the Sabbath bells! [72]Still around her steps are seen Spotless Honour's meeker mien, 10 Love, the sire of pleasing fears, Sorrow smiling through her tears, And conscious of the past employ Memory, bosom-spring of joy.