1. 1600
  2. English
  3. Henry Vaughan
“They are all gone”

They are all gone into the world of light,
  And I alone sit lingering here!
Their very memory is fair and bright,
    And my sad thoughts doth clear;

It glows and glitters in my cloudy breast,
  Like stars upon some gloomy grove,—
Or those faint...

Poet: Henry Vaughan
“Happy are the dead”

I Walked the other day, to spend my hour,
      Into a field,
Where I sometimes had seen the soil to yield
      A gallant flower:
But winter now had ruffled all the bower
      And curious store
    I knew there heretofore.

Yet I, whose...

Poet: Henry Vaughan
The Seed Growing Secretly

Dear, secret greenness! nurst below
    Tempests and winds and winter nights!
Vex not, that but One sees thee grow;
    That One made all these lesser lights.

What needs a conscience calm and bright
    Within itself, an outward test?
Who breaks...

Poet: Henry Vaughan
Peace

My soul, there is a country
  Afar beyond the stars,
Where stands a wingèd sentry,
  All skilful in the wars.

There, above noise and danger,
  Sweet peace sits crowned with smiles,
And One born in a manger
  Commands the beauteous files...

Poet: Henry Vaughan