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CXVII

PEACE

My soul, there is a country

Far beyond the stars,

Where stands a wingéd sentry

All skilful in the wars:

There above noise, and danger,

Sweet Peace sits crown'd with smiles,

And One born in a manger

Commands the beauteous files121121files, of the heavenly host.

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 flower of Peace,

The Rose that cannot wither,

Thy fortress, and thy ease.

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Leave then thy foolish ranges,

For none can thee secure,

But One, Who never changes,

Thy GOD, thy life, thy cure.


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