My soul, there is a country Far beyond the stars Where stands a wingèd sentry All skillful in the wars: There, above noise and danger, Sweet Peace is crowned with smiles, And One born in a manger Commands the beauteous files.
They are all gone into the world of light, and I alone sit lingering here. - Henry Vaughan
They are all gone into the world of light, and I alone sit lingering here.
- Henry Vaughan
For each inclosed spirit is a star Enlightening his own little sphere - Henry Vaughan
For each inclosed spirit is a star Enlightening his own little sphere
Happy those early days when I Shined in my Angel-infancy. Before I understood this place Appointed for my second race, Or taught my soul to fancy aug… - Henry Vaughan
Happy those early days when I Shined in my Angel-infancy. Before I understood this place Appointed for my second race, Or taught my soul to fancy aug…
As great a store Have we of books as bees of herbs or more. - Henry Vaughan
As great a store Have we of books as bees of herbs or more.
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. - 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.
Some syllables are swords. - Henry Vaughan
Some syllables are swords.
There is in God - some say - A deep, but dazzling darkness; as men here Say it is late and dusky, because they See not all clear. O for that Night! w… - Henry Vaughan
There is in God - some say - A deep, but dazzling darkness; as men here Say it is late and dusky, because they See not all clear. O for that Night! w…
The sun doth shake Light from his locks, and, all the way Breathing perfumes, doth spice the day. - Henry Vaughan
The sun doth shake Light from his locks, and, all the way Breathing perfumes, doth spice the day.
Death, and darkness get you packing, Nothing now to man is lacking, All your triumphs now are ended, And what Adam marred, is mended. - Henry Vaughan
Death, and darkness get you packing, Nothing now to man is lacking, All your triumphs now are ended, And what Adam marred, is mended.
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