Classic Poem

The glowing Seraph with the brow of light
Was first among the Faithful. When the war
Between heaven's rival armies fiercely waged,
She bore the Will Divine from rank to rank,
The chosen courier of Deity.
Her presence cheered the combatants for Truth,
And Victory stood up where'er she moved.
And now, in gleaming robe of woven pearl,
Emblazoned with devices of the stars,
And legends of their glory yet to come,
The type of Beauty Intellectual,
The representative of Love and Truth,
She moves first in the innumerable throng
Of angels congregating to behold
The crowning wonder of creative power.

THIRD ANGEL CHORUS .

Oh, joy, that no mortal can fathom,
 To rejoice in the smile of God!
To be first in the light
Of His Holy sight,
 And freed from His chastening rod.
Faithful, indeed, that soul, to be
The messenger of Deity!

FIRST ANGEL .

This, this is the chosen spirit,
 Whose love is ever increased
From its own pure soul,
The illumined goal
 Where Love holds perpetual feast.