And the broad falchion in a ploughshare end.
Pope.
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 crown’d with smiles;
And One born in a manger
And the broad falchion in a ploughshare end.
Pope.
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 crown’d with smiles;
And One born in a manger