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.

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.

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.