Peace

Henry Vaughan

 

My soul, there is a country

Far beyond the stars,

 Where stands a winged sentry

All skillful in the wars.

There, above noise and danger,

Sweet Peace sits crowned with smiles,

And one born in a manger

Commands the beauteous files.

He is thy gracious friend,

And (Oh, 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.