Appendix 2

"O Sincera parens beatitatis,Cœli delicium, Deique proles,Pax, terræ columen, decusque morum,Pax cunctis potior ducum triumphis,Quos mundi colis abditos recessus?

Hic te sollicito requrit æstroUrbanos fugiens procul tumultus.Hie inter scopulos, vagosque fluctusSpumantis pelagi latere credit.Hic deserta petit loca, et per antraTe quærens, varias peragrat orasQua lucens oritur, caditque Titan.Hic, ut te celer adsequatur, aurumCongestum colit, atque dignitatumRegalem sibi præparat decorem.Hic demens juga scandit, et remotosPerscrutatur agros; tamen supernæHi pacis nequeant bonis potiri.Cur sic ergo tuum, benigna, numenCelans, implacidum relinquis orbem?Pacem sic ego sciscitabar. IllaRespondet.— Proprio imperare cordiSi nosti, tibi cognitumque numenPossessumque meum est; sinu receptamSic me perpetuo coles amore."

Soft thoughts by day, and many a pensive dreamBeguiling night are mine; by wood, and streamLone wanderings, and when shadowy eve recallsMy vagrant footsteps to the household walls,Trimm'd is the lamp anew,—and one day moreOf study, and of solitude is o'er.