poet Henry Vaughan

Henry Vaughan


1 My Soul, there is a country
2 Afar beyond the stars,
3 Where stands a winged sentry
4 All skillful in the wars;
5 There, above noise and danger
6 Sweet Peace sits, crown'd with smiles,
7 And One born in a manger
8 Commands the beauteous files.
9 He is thy gracious friend
10 And (O my Soul awake!)
11 Did in pure love descend,
12 To die here for thy sake.
13 If thou canst get but thither,
14 There grows the flow'r of peace,
15 The rose that cannot wither,
16 Thy fortress, and thy ease.
17 Leave then thy foolish ranges,
18 For none can thee secure,
19 But One, who never changes,
20 Thy God, thy life, thy cure.

Poem Submitted: Tuesday, December 31, 2002

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  • Babatunde AremuBabatunde Aremu (1/24/2015 12:50:00 AM)

    Good poem. I like the use of imagery in this work. True peace is God

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  • Gangadharan Nair Pulingat (1/23/2015 11:54:00 PM)

    Great writing and great ideas and likes it.

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