Henry Vaughan (Генри Воэн)

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. 

1. Cock-Crowing
2. Vain Wits and Eyes
3. Thou That Know'st For Whom I Mourn
4. Christ's Nativity
5. I Walk'd the Other Day

David Lawrence (Дэвид Лоуренс) Peace ("PEACE is written on the doorstep")

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