Peace

By Henry Vaughan

1621-1695

MY soul, there is a country
         Far beyond the stars,
Where stands a winged sentry
         All skilful in the wars:
There, above 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.

DayPoems Poem No. 355
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