My soul, there is a country
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My soul, there is a country Far beyond the stars, Where stands a winged sentry All skilful in the wars: There above noise, and danger, Sweet peace sits crowned 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 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. |
Locum superstellarem ut anima sciat! Ibi ales militarem rem doctus excubat; ibi clamore ablato renidet pax sedens, et est praesepe nato cohors oboediens. Is comes tibi gratus, neu te fefellerit, tibi, anima, est necatus, cum deorsum huc iit. Ibi, illuc si mearis, aeterna pax viret, quae, Rosa castellaris, labore te levet. Desiste nunc vagari: unus te sospitat qui, nescius mutari, salute te beat. |