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Peace by Henry Vaughan

My soul, there is a country
Far beyond the stars,
Where stands a wingèd 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 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.

AT A SOLEMN MUSICK by John Milton

BLEST pair of Sirens, pledges of Heav’ns joy,
Sphear-born harmonious Sisters, Voice, and Vers,
Wed your divine sounds, and mixt power employ
Dead things with inbreath’d sense able to pierce,
And to our high-rais’d phantasie present,
That undisturbed Song of pure content,
Ay sung before the saphire-colour’d throne
To him that sits theron
With Saintly shout, and solemn Jubily,
Where the bright Seraphim in burning row
Their loud up-lifted Angel trumpets blow,
And the Cherubick host in thousand quires
Touch their immortal Harps of golden wires,
With those just Spirits that wear victorious Palms,
Hymns devout and holy Psalms
Singing everlastingly;
That we on Earth with undiscording voice
May rightly answer that melodious noise;
As once we did, till disproportion’d sin
Jarr’d against natures chime, and with harsh din
The fair musick that all creatures made
To their great Lord, whose love their motion sway’d
In perfect Diapason, whilst they stood
In first obedience, and their state of good.
O may we soon again renew that Song,
And keep in tune with Heav’n, till God ere long
To his celestial consort us unite,
To live with him, and sing in endles morn of light.

This is a silly little poem I made up when I was searching in my house for Cat’s Eye by Margaret Atwood.

“Cat’s Eye”

Cat’s Eye, Cat’s Eye
Where are you Cat’s Eye?
“I need you to read you,”
I said with a sigh.

Are you shelved?
Are you boxed?
Are you in
With the socks?

I’ve looked high
I’ve looked low
I’ve searched
To and fro.

Oh there you are,
You little minx.
The Eye was hidden
‘Til I saw it blink.

I saw it peer at me,
There in the stacks.
So I took it out,
Then I put it back.

I’ll read you now
In a day or three.
That’s what you get
For hiding from me.

—by Michelle M.