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Where is peace but on your breast?
Where does slumbering joy lie down?
Where do hope and gladness rest, / Like bright jewels in a crown?
All are found where your heart beats; / Like strong children in repose, / When the twilight hour retreats, / And day's golden moments close!
Lull me, dearest, into sleep, / Let me find a pillow fair / On your breast, where breathings deep / Rock me, far away from care.
Kiss my aching brow, and then -- / Lay your hands upon my head; / Peace will come to me again, / When your bosom is my bed.