Poem by John Keats

On Peace

Sonnet

O Peace! and dost thou with thy presence bless
  The dwellings of this war-surrounded Isle;
Soothing with placid brow our late distress,
  Making the triple kingdom brightly smile?
Joyful I hail thy presence; and I hail
  The sweet companions that await on thee;
Complete my joy - let not my first wish fail,
  Let the sweet mountain nymph thy favourite be,
With England's happiness proclaim Europa's liberty.
O Europe! Let not sceptred tyrants see
  That thou must shelter in thy former state;
Keep thy chains burst, and boldy say thou art free;
  Give thy kings law - leave not uncurbed the great;
  So with the horrors past thou'lt win thy happier fate!

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