Peace:

My soul, there is a country
Far beyond the stars,
Where stands a winged sentry
all skilful in the wars...
There above the noise and danger
Sweet peace sits crowned with smiles.
One born in a manger
Commands the beateous files,
He is thy gracious friend,
And (O my soul awaken!)
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...
Leave then thy foolish ranges
For none can thee secure,
But one, who never changes,
Thy God, thy life, thy cure.
(Henry Vaughan)