Henry Vaughan

As men are killed by fighting, the truth is lost in disputing.

— Henry Vaughan

Holy writing must strive (by all means) for perfection and true holiness, that a door may be opened to him in heaven.

— Henry Vaughan

Dear Night! this world's defeat; The hours to which high Heaven doth chime.

— Henry Vaughan

There is in God — some say — Might live invisible and dim!

— Henry Vaughan

Happy those early days, when I Appointed for my second race.

— Henry Vaughan

Some men a forward motion love, But I by backward steps would move.

— Henry Vaughan

I cannot reach it, and my striving eye And by mere playing go to heaven.

— Henry Vaughan

Why should I not love childhood still? But gravely cast themselves away.

— Henry Vaughan

Dear, harmless age! the short, swift span Angels! which foul men drive away.

— Henry Vaughan

I saw Eternity the other night And all her train were hurled.

— Henry Vaughan

They are all gone into the world of light! And my sad thoughts doth clear.

— Henry Vaughan

I see them walking in an air of glory Mere glimmering and decays.

— Henry Vaughan

Dear, beauteous death, the jewel of the just! Could man outlook that mark!

— Henry Vaughan

And yet, as angels in some brighter dreams And into glory peep.

— Henry Vaughan

My soul, there is a country Commands the beauteous files.

— Henry Vaughan

Still young and fine! but what is still in view We slight as old and soil'd, though fresh and new.

— Henry Vaughan

I will on thee as on a comet look, Thou dost but court cold rain, till rain turns fire.

— Henry Vaughan

Tempests and windes and winter-nights And moons, though full, would get them down.

— Henry Vaughan