Peace
.
My
Soul,
there
is
a
country
Afar
beyond
the
stars,
Where
stands
a
winged
sentry
All
skillful
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
flow'r
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.
Henry Vaughan
Henry Vaughan, (born April 17, 1622, Llansantffraed, Breconshire, Wales—died April 23, 1695, Llansantffraed), Anglo-Welsh poet and mystic remarkable for the range and intensity of his spiritual intuitions. Educated at Oxford and studying law in London, Vaughan was recalled home in 1642 when the first Civil War broke out, and he remained there the rest of his life.