On Peace - by John Keats (Poetry Reading)

On Peace, by John Keats O peace, and dost thou with thy presence bless The dwellings of this war-surrounded isle, Soothing with placid brow our late distress, Making the triple kingdom brightly smile. Joyful I hail thy presence, And I hail the sweet companions that await on thee. Complete my joy, let not my first wish fail, Let the sweet mountain nymph thy favourite be, With England's happiness proclaim Europa's liberty. O Europe, let not sceptered tyrants see That thou must shelter in thy former state. Keep thy chains burst, and boldly say thou art free. Give thy king's law leave, not uncurbed the great, So with the horrors past thou wilt win thy happier fate.