Charles Walter Stansby Williams (Чарльз Уолтер Стенсби Уильямс)

Saint Michael

There was a motion within Deity,
And the first seraph lived, saw, and became
One cry through all his nature and his name,
Mi-ca-El: Who is like to Thee? Thence to be,
Began the hierarchic mystery
Of spirit, where, though he be first be in fame-
Goldenly helmed, thrice ringed, thrice winged with flame-
Yet each of his angels is hardly less than he.

But all his angels and he, gathered into one
Fire, as a lantern high upon the mast
Of the Admiral's vessel shine; and in their track,
With night watch set and guards at every gun,
Float through the ocean of the unknown vast
The twelve huge ships of the labouring Zodiac.

1. Bethlehem
2. Saint Matthias
3. Pentecost
4. Hymn for Septuagesima Sunday
5. The Adventures of the Holy Week

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