ON THE DISTURBANCES WHICH NOW EXIST IN RAVENSTONEDALE
Harsh discord reigns amongst us all,
The voice of reason, -- friendship's call,
No more we hear again:
But cruel anger, deadly rage,
For once have pitch'd their worldly stage
On our once happy plain.
In search of peace in vain we try,
For peace is fled beyond the sky,
To seek a happier Land:
Both love and friendship meet her there,
From worldly, objects free, from care,
And every vicious hand.
O cease, contending passions, cease;
Sweet hope, restore thy wonted peace,
Restore thy wonted rest:
Give me that soft, persuasive power,
That I, in some propitious hour,
Again may see us blest.
O'er this tempestuous sea of strife,
And all the troubles of this life,
May we securely sail:
At length may we attain that shore,
Where angry billows cease to roar,--
Where friendship blows the gale.
Ravenstonedale, March, 1819
(It will not be improper to inform such of our readers as are not acquainted with the circumstances, that the disturbances here alluded to have been occasioned by the recent election of a school-master at Ravenstonedale.)
Westmorland Gazette
Saturday 27 March 1819
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