MICHAEL, the leader of the hosts of God, Who warred with Satan for the body of him Whom, living, God had loved -- If cherubim With cherubim contended for one clod Of human dust, for forty years that trod The gloomy desert of Heaven's chastisement, Are there not ministering angels sent To battle with the devils that roam abroad, Clutching our living souls? "The living, still The living, they shall praise Thee!" -- Let some great Invisible spirit enter in and fill The howling chambers of hearts desolate; With looks like thine, O Michael, strong and wise, My white archangel with the steadfast eyes. |