“Peace” by Henry Vaughan My Soul, there is a country Afar
beyond the stars, Where stands a winged sentry All skillful in the
wars; There, above noise and danger Sweet Peace sits, crown’d with
smiles, And One born in a manger Commands the beauteous files.
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 flow’r 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 and his twin brother, Thomas, were
born on April 17, 1621, in Wales. The Vaughans had a typical upper
middle-class childhood. They received an excellent classical education
at home, and in their late teens, they both went up to Oxford. Thomas
pursued a degree, while Henry went to London where he studied law.
Poetry was a favorite pursuit of his, and for many years he wrote
typical “Cavalier” poems, in the footsteps of Ben Jonson. The
English Civil War marked a turning-point in Vaughan’s life. He was
firmly on the side of the Royalists, even serving in the army at one
point. When they were defeated, the consequences were severe: Vaughan
lost his home. He also lost his freedom of worship: Anglican churches
were shuttered and Anglican worship was forbidden. In this
context, Vaughan had a conversion—and so did his poetry. He attributed
this conversion to the great Anglican priest and poet, George Herbert,
whom Vaughan described as a “blessed man… whose holy life and verse
gained many converts (of whom I am the least).” Many of
Vaughan’s poems from this period are filled with a tension between two
worlds: between this world and the world to come; between childhood and
maturity; between soul and body. The poem that Lisa read is no
exception—it is filled with longing for heaven, while remaining firmly
planted on earth. “Peace” dates to 1650. “My soul, there is a country /
Afar beyond the stars,” is the reassuring beginning. In that beautiful
place, the child “born in a manger” commands, and “sweet peace” is
“crowned with smiles.” There alone “grows the flow’r of peace, / The
rose that cannot wither.” Even though the poem is called
“Peace,” in some ways, this is a war poem. It is full of battle imagery.
The peace of that far-off country is secured by “a winged sentry / all
skillful in the wars” – an angel with fighting experience stands guard.
Christ is referenced in his vulnerability—“the child born in the
manger”—and yet he is described as a general, commanding “beauteous
files”—troops of soldiers. To arrive in that country is to arrive in a
“fortress” that can never be breached. What is all this imagery
doing in a poem about peace? I think we get the answer to that
question in the poem itself. At the exact midpoint of the poem, Vaughan
writes about Christ, the “gracious friend” who “did in pure love
descend, / To die here for thy sake.” The death of Jesus could be seen
as the ultimate triumph of violence: God himself has been put to death.
But we know that the cross is the opposite of that. The cross is the
decisive answer to violence, the triumph of love. In his dying and
rising, Jesus shows us how the cycle of violence can be broken.
In the words of St. Oscar Romero, “The church believes in only one
violence, that of Christ, who was nailed to the cross, taking upon
himself all the violence of hatred and misunderstanding, so that we
humans might forgive one another, love one another, and feel ourselves
brothers and sisters.” At Christmas time, the Scriptures we
read and the carols we sing are filled with the same paradox that we
encounter in Vaughan’s poem. The world we live in—like the world of
Henry Vaughan—is filled with violence and injustice, and yet Jesus is
born into this world, proclaiming “peace on earth to people of good
will.” Christmas is not a time to forget, for a few short days of
festivity, that violence and suffering exist in our world. Rather,
Christmas is a time to be reminded that peace is possible, because
Christ is our peace.
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