Henry Vaughan
1621–1695
Poems (7)
- Friends DepartedThey are all gone into the world of light!
- PeaceMy soul, there is a country
- The RetreatHappy those early days, when I
- The Seed Growing SecretlyDear, secret greenness! nurst below
- The TimberSure thou didst flourish once! and many springs,
- “Happy are the dead”I Walked the other day, to spend my hour,
- “They are all gone”They are all gone into the world of light,
