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Dinah Maria Mulock - Michael The Archangel
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A Statuette.


I.

MY white archangel, with thy steadfast eyes 
Beholding all this empty ghost-filled room, 
Thy clasped hands resting on the sword of doom, 
Thy firm, close lips, not made for human sighs 
Or smiles, or kisses sweet, or bitter cries, 
But for divine exhorting, holy song 
And righteous counsel, bold from seraph tongue. 
Beautiful angel, strong as thou art wise, 
Would that the sight of thee made wise and strong! 
Would that this sheathèd sword of thine, which lies 
Stonily idle, could gleam out among 
The spiritual hosts of enemies 
That tempting shriek--"Requite thou wrong with wrong." 
Lama Sabachthani,--How long, how long. 


II.

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.
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