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Rh Hue and Cry after Peace.

To the Tune of, Awake my Soul.

Sacred Peace where art thou fled?

What Region hides thy drooping Head?

Fled from the Church, fled from the State,

Fled from the Poor, and from the Great.

An Exile now from every Land,

Ev'n where thy Sovereign's Altars stand.

Fled from our Pastimes and Delights:

Ev'n these but Pall our Appeites.

Peace for the Wicked nere was known:

But ah! She's now from Sion flown.

Into the Deserts driv'n, and Woods;

And there pursu'd by Dragon-Floods.

O Prince of Peace, how canst thou see

Thy Subjects Wreck and Misery!

Ah! they're Rebellious grown, thou saist;

Have Open-War with Me Profest.

By joint Consent rejecting Peace,

They've sent home my Ambassadress.

Love cannot dwell with Wrath, or Spite:

No Peace with God where Brethren Fight.