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One 'midst that angel host stood silent by,
His sad down cast mien, and streaming eye,
Bent to the star paved heavenly ground,
And long fair hair in starry chaplet bound.
"Oh! Raphael, thou weep'st well, for one whose pride
For ever from My throne, alas! his thoughts divide,
I know the tender hopes in thy sad soul,
That to wither only e'en thou didst unfold.
I bless ye Raphael! second shalt thou be
Of all the heavenly host, the chief are ye
Of those who rule the erring souls of men,
Guardian art thou:—thy humble soul shall blend,
Weaving its gentleness within their human breast,
Where sharp pain or sorrow e'en find their rest!
The time will come when My pure earth ne'er more
Can wear a sinless robe!—her triumph o'er.
Darkly My curse must sadly on her come,
When man shall sinning quit his Eden home!
Thou, Lucifer, shall never, never more
Tread with thy scoffing host My heavenly floor,
Hence! till heaven and earth shall pass away;
In utter darkness shalt thou chained lay!
Chang'd shalt thou be, a dragon's horn'd form,
Of scarlet dye, by thee for ever borne.
Oh! Prince of Evil.—once thou had'st a hope,
His sad down cast mien, and streaming eye,
Bent to the star paved heavenly ground,
And long fair hair in starry chaplet bound.
"Oh! Raphael, thou weep'st well, for one whose pride
For ever from My throne, alas! his thoughts divide,
I know the tender hopes in thy sad soul,
That to wither only e'en thou didst unfold.
I bless ye Raphael! second shalt thou be
Of all the heavenly host, the chief are ye
Of those who rule the erring souls of men,
Guardian art thou:—thy humble soul shall blend,
Weaving its gentleness within their human breast,
Where sharp pain or sorrow e'en find their rest!
The time will come when My pure earth ne'er more
Can wear a sinless robe!—her triumph o'er.
Darkly My curse must sadly on her come,
When man shall sinning quit his Eden home!
Thou, Lucifer, shall never, never more
Tread with thy scoffing host My heavenly floor,
Hence! till heaven and earth shall pass away;
In utter darkness shalt thou chained lay!
Chang'd shalt thou be, a dragon's horn'd form,
Of scarlet dye, by thee for ever borne.
Oh! Prince of Evil.—once thou had'st a hope,
