Peace

Henry Vaughan
My soul, there is a country
     Far beyond the stars,
Where stands a wingéd sentry
     All skilful in the wars;

There above the noise and danger,
     Sweet Peace sits crown'd with smiles,
And One born in a manger
     Commands the beauteous files.

He is thy gracious Friend,
     And—O my Soul awake!—
Did in pure love descend
     To die here for thy sake.

If thou canst get but thither,
     There grows the flower of Peace,
The Rose that cannot wither,
     Thy fortress and thy ease.

Leave then thy foolish ranges,
     For none can thee secure
But One, who never changes,
     Thy God, thy life, thy cure.

This poem is in the public domain.

Henry Vaughan

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Happy those early days, when I   
Shin'd in my Angel-infancy!   
Before I understood this place   
Appointed for my second race,   
Or taught my soul to fancy aught
But a white celestial thought:   
When yet I had not walk'd above   
A mile or two from my first Love,   
And looking back—at that short space—