HENRY VAUGHAN

Some men a forward motion love, But I by backward steps would move ; And when this dust falls to the urn, In that state I came, return.

363. 'Peace

A ft Y 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.

5^4. The Timber

C URE thou didst flourish once ! and many springs, ^ Many bright mornings, much dew, many showers, Pass'd o'er thy head ; many light hearts and wings, Which now are dead, lodged in thy living bowers.

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