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Poem by Henry Vaughan


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1.

PEACE, peace ! I know 'twas brave ;
But this coarse fleece,
I shelter in, is slave
To no such piece.
When I am gone,
I shall no wardrobes leave
To friend, or son,
But what their own homes weave.

2.

Such, though not proud nor full,
May make them weep,
And mourn to see the wool
Outlast the sheep :
Poor, pious wear !
Hadst thou been rich, or fine,
Perhaps that tear
Had mourn'd thy loss, not mine.

3.

Why then these curl'd, puff'd points,
Or a laced story ?
Death sets all out of joint,
And scorns their glory.
Some love a rose
In hand, some in the skin ;
But, cross to those,
I would have mine within.



Henry Vaughan


Henry Vaughan's other poems:
  1. The Relapse
  2. Joy of My Life While Left Me Here!
  3. The True Christians
  4. Son-Days
  5. The Shepherds


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