  IF Michael lent his splintering lance And his blue eager blade, Though you with scaly dragons fight You would not be afraid. If Gabriel should stoop to you, A rainbow in his wings, What luminous secrets you would know, What wise and simple things! If Raphael with you should strive Until the stars grew dim, Angelic vigour would be yours, The strength of Seraphim. If on your sight great Uriel burned, Whose feet with fire are shod, He’d touch your earthly song of praise Into a flame for God. |
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