If Michael, leader of God's host When Heaven and Hell are met, Looked down on you from Heaven's door-post He would his deeds forget. Brooding no more upon God's wars In his Divine homestead, He would go weave out of the stars A chaplet for your head. And all folk seeing him bow down, And white stars tell your praise, Would come at last to God's great town, Led on by gentle ways; And God would bid His warfare cease. Saying all things were well; And softly make a rosy peace, A peace of Heaven with Hell. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...JESUS - THE SWEETEST NAME by BERNARD OF CLAIRVAUX SHE WALKS IN BEAUTY by GEORGE GORDON BYRON DOWN THE MISSISSIPPI: 3. FULL MOON by JOHN GOULD FLETCHER FOR G. by WILFRID WILSON GIBSON LONDON, 1802 (2) by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH THE MAGI by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS |