Henry Vaughan
They are all gone into the world of light, and I alone sit lingering here.Collection: Alone
Caesar had perished from the world of men, had not his sword been rescued by his pen.
Man hath still either toys or care: But hath no root, nor to one place is tied, but ever restless and irregular, about this earth doth run and ride. He knows he hath a home, but scarce knows where; He says it is so far, that he has quite forgot how to go there.
So stick up ivy and the bays, and then restore the heathen ways, green will remind you of the Spring, though this great day denies the thing, and mortifies the earth, and all, but your wild revels, and loose hall.
I saw Eternity the other night Like a great ring of pure and endless light, All calm as it was bright.Collection: Night
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.Collection: Moving
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!Collection: Night
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.Collection: Country
Some syllables are swords.Collection: Syllables
The sun doth shake Light from his locks, and, all the way Breathing perfumes, doth spice the day.Collection: Christmas
Death, and darkness get you packing, Nothing now to man is lacking, All your triumphs now are ended, And what Adam marred, is mended.Collection: Men
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.Collection: Dream
Prayer is The world in tune, A spirit-voyce, And vocall joyes, Whose Eccho is heaven's blisse.Collection: Prayer
As men are killed by fighting, the truth is lost in disputing.Collection: Fighting
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.Collection: Prayer
Dear beauteous death, the jewel of the just.Collection: Death
The skin and shell of things Though fair are not Thy wish nor prayer but got My meer despair of wings.Collection: Prayer
Man is the shuttle, to whose winding quest And passage through these looms God ordered motion, but ordained no rest.Collection: Men
Holy writing must strive (by all means) for perfection and true holiness, that a door may be opened to him in heaven.Collection: Writing
Happy those early days when I Shined in my Angel-infancy. Before I understood this place Appointed for my second race, Or taught my soul to fancy aught But a white, celestial thought; When yet I had not walked above A mile or two from my first love, And looking back (at that short space) Could see a glimpse of His bright face. When on some gilded cloud or flower My gazing soul would dwell an hour And in those weaker glories spy Some shadows of eternity.Collection: Flower
Bright pledge of peace and sunshine! the sure tie Of thy Lord's hand, the object of His eye! When I behold thee, though my light be dim, Distinct, and low, I can in thine see Him Who looks upon thee from His glorious throne, And minds the covenant between all and One.Collection: Eye
I played with fire, did counsel spurn, Made life my common stake; But never thought that fire would burn, O that a soul could ache.Collection: Fire
But felt through all this fleshly dresse Bright shootes of everlastingnesse.Collection: Immortality
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.Collection: Morning
Dear, beauteous death, the jewel of the just! Shining nowhere but in the dark; What mysteries do lie beyond thy dust, Could man outlook that mark!Collection: Lying
Dear, harmless age! the short, swift span Where weeping Virtue parts with man; Where love without lust dwells, and bends What way we please without self-ends. An age of mysteries! which he Must live that would God's face see Which angels guard, and with it play, Angels! which foul men drive away.Collection: Angel
Still young and fine! but what is still in view We slight as old and soil'd, though fresh and new.Collection: Views
If thou canst but thither, There grows the flower of Peace, The Rose that cannot wither, Thy fortress and thy ease.Collection: Flower