As men are killed by fighting, the truth is lost in disputing. Henry Vaughan More Quotes by Henry Vaughan More Quotes From 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! where I in Him Might live invisible and dim! Henry Vaughan darkness men night I saw Eternity the other night Like a great ring of pure and endless light, All calm as it was bright. Henry Vaughan saws light night They are all gone into the world of light, and I alone sit lingering here. Henry Vaughan light age gone The sun doth shake Light from his locks, and, all the way Breathing perfumes, doth spice the day. Henry Vaughan breathing christmas light 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. Henry Vaughan stars sweet country A ward, and still in bonds, one day Henry Vaughan clouds spring wind And yet, as angels in some brighter dreams Call to the soul when man doth sleep. So some strange thoughts transcend our wonted dreams, And into glory peep. Henry Vaughan angel dream sleep 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 triumph darkness men As great a store Henry Vaughan herbs bees book 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 men fall moving For each inclosed spirit is a star Henry Vaughan enlightenment stars littles The skin and shell of things Though fair are not Thy wish nor prayer but got My meer despair of wings. Henry Vaughan prayer wish wings Mornings are mysteries; the first world's youth, Henry Vaughan morning men firsts Dear Night! this world's defeat; The stop to busy fools; care's check and curb; The day of spirits; my soul's calm retreat Which none disturb! Christ's progress, and His prayer-time; The hours to which high Heaven cloth chime. Henry Vaughan prayer night heaven Man is the shuttle, to whose winding quest And passage through these looms God ordered motion, but ordained no rest. Henry Vaughan passages quests men Dear beauteous death, the jewel of the just. Henry Vaughan dear jewels death Some syllables are swords. Henry Vaughan syllables To God, thy country, and thy friend be true. Henry Vaughan true-friend friendship country Sure thou did'st nourish once! and many springs, Many bright mornings, much dew, many showers, Passed o'er thy head; many light hearts and wings, Which now are dead, lodg'd in thy living bowers. And still a new succession sings and flies; Fresh groves grow up, and their green branches shoot Towards the old and still-enduring skies; While the low violet thrives at their root. Henry Vaughan growing-up spring morning Prayer is The world in tune, A spirit-voyce, And vocall joyes, Whose Eccho is heaven's blisse. Henry Vaughan tunes prayer heaven
