Classic Poem

Where shall I find thee, O sweet Peace!
Will the aimless tumult never cease?
Comes no respite, no release?
O where shall I find thee?

Could I reach thy soft still bower,
Ah! but for one little balmy hour,
And those Furies had no power
With fire-whips to lash me!

For my life is as a whirlwind blast,
Stormtost voyager I hurry past,
And on thousand rocks am cast:
Peace! Where shall I find thee?

Up Beyond that little Evening-star
Where the sheen speaks of thee from afar
Where my lost and loved ones are:
Peace! There shall I find thee?

For on Earth thou dwellest not, sweet Peace!
Here will din and discord never cease,
Comes no respite, no release:
Here shall I ne'er find thee!