Ambition, and Other Poems/Peace and Rest

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Peace and Rest
Under this tree, where light and shade
 Speckle the grass like a Thrush's breast,
Here, in this green and quiet place,
 I give myself to peace and rest.

The peace of my contented mind,
 That is to me a wealth untold—
When the Moon has no more silver left,
 And the Sun's at the end of his gold.

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