I MEN the Angels eyed; And here they were wild waves, And there as marsh descried; Men the Angels eyed, And liked the picture best Where they were greenly dressed In brotherhood of graves. II Man the Angels marked: He led a host through murk, On fearful seas embarked; Man the Angels marked; To think without a nay, That he was good as they, And help him at his work. III Man and Angels, ye A sluggish fen shall drain, Shall quell a warring sea. Man and Angels, ye, Whom stain of strife befouls, A light to kindle souls Bear radiant in the stain. |