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On Retirement 149<br />
Bear me, ye friendly Pow’rs, to peaceful Scenes,<br />
To shady Bow’rs, and never-fading Greens!<br />
Where the shrill Trumpet never sounds Alarms,<br />
Nor martial Din is heard, nor Clash of Arms.<br />
Unenvied may your Laurels ever grow<br />
That never flourish but in Human woe;<br />
If never Earth the Wreath Triumpal bears<br />
Till drenched in Heroes’ Blood and Orphan Tears. 150<br />
Hail ye soft Seats! ye limpid Springs and Floods!<br />
Ye flow’ry Meads, ye Vales, and mazy Woods!<br />
Ye limpid Floods, that ever murmuring flow!<br />
Ye verdant Meads, where Flow’rs eternal blow!<br />
Ye shady Vales, where Zephyrs ever play!<br />
Ye Woods, where little Warblers tune their Lay!<br />
Here grant me, Heav’n, to end my peaceful days,<br />
And steal myself from Life by slow Decays;<br />
With Age unknown to Pain, or Sorrow blest,<br />
To the dark Grave retiring as to Rest.<br />
While gently with one Sigh this mortal Frame<br />
Dissolving turns to Ashes whence it came,<br />
While my freed Soul departs without a Groan,<br />
And joyful, wings her flight to Worlds unknown.<br />
Ye gloomy Grots! ye awful solemn Cells,<br />
Where holy pensive Contemplation dwells,<br />
Guard me from splendid Cares and tiresome State,<br />
That pompous Misery of being Great!<br />
Content with Ease, ambitious to despise<br />
Illustrious Vanity, and glorious Vice!<br />
149Broome, “The Seat of War in Flanders,” Poems, 66–76 (Wesley excerpts pp. 71–75). Wesley published<br />
in Arminian Magazine 1 (1778): 284–85.<br />
150 Wesley brought the last four lines forward from page 75 and inserted here.<br />
93