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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, Michael, strong and wise,
My white archangel with the steadfast eyes.
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, Michael, strong and wise,
My white archangel with the steadfast eyes.
