Complaint of quarrelsome neighbors; or, A devout wish for peace. <br /> <br />Thou God of love, thou ever-blest, <br />Pity my suff'ring state; <br />When wilt thou set my soul at rest <br />From lips that love deceit? <br /> <br />Hard lot of mine! my days are cast <br />Among the sons of strife, <br />Whose never-ceasing brawling waste <br />My golden hours of life. <br /> <br />O might I fly to change my place, <br />How would I choose to dwell <br />In some wide lonesome wilderness, <br />And leave these gates of hell! <br /> <br />Peace is the blessing that I seek, <br />How lovely are its charms! <br />I am for peace; but when I speak, <br />They all declare for arms. <br /> <br />New passions still their souls engage, <br />And keep their malice strong: <br />What shall be done to curb thy rage, <br />O thou devouring tongue! <br /> <br />Should burning arrows smite thee through <br />Strict justice would approve; <br />But I had rather spare my foe, <br />And melt his heart with love.<br /><br />Isaac Watts<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/psalm-120/
