As bright as on Creation’s day.

Gabriel.

Gabriel.

And swift and swift beyond conceiving

The pomp of earth is wheeled around,

Alternating Elysian brightness

With awful gloom of night profound.

Up foams the sea, a surging river,

And smites the steep rock’s echoing base,

And rock and sea, unwearied ever,

Spin their eternal circling race.

Michael.

Michael.

And storm meets storm with rival greeting,

From sea to land, from land to sea,

While from their war a virtue floweth,

That thrills with life all things that be.

The lightning darts his fury, blazing

Before the thunder’s sounding way;

But still thy servants, Lord, are praising

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