If Michael, leader of God's host When Heaven and Hell are met, Looked down on you from Heaven's door-post He would his deeds forget. Brooding no more upon God's wars In his Divine homestead, He would go weave out of the stars A chaplet for your head. And all folk seeing him bow down, And white stars tell your praise, Would come at last to God's great town, Led on by gentle ways; And God would bid His warfare cease. Saying all things were well; And softly make a rosy peace, A peace of Heaven with Hell. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ABOVE HALF MOON by JAMES GALVIN THE OLD VICARAGE, GRANTCHESTER by RUPERT BROOKE ASOLANDO: EPILOGUE by ROBERT BROWNING WHAT BEST I SEE; TO U.S.G. RETURN'D FROM HIS WORLD'S TOUR by WALT WHITMAN THE MIST AND ALL by DIXIE WILLSON EMERGENCY by WILLIAM ROSE BENET THE BEAUTIFUL BEESHAREEN BOY by MATHILDE BLIND |