September
The Morning Stars :
Praise Him whose humble birth
Vouchsafeth peace on earth.
The Sons of God :
Praise Him whose piercing word
Leaps from his lips a sword
Whose eye, exceeding bright,
Shameth the crysolite.
Whose roseleaf lips inform
The trumpet of the storm.
Through the mysterious deep
Leadeth ourselves like sheep.
Who from the fodder crib
Maimeth Sennacherib.
Who in or east or west
Findeth no place of rest.
Who holdeth west and east
Fast in his giant fist.
Who is more perfect than
Is any other man.
Who maketh His abode
Earth, which He made as God.
Praise Him whose humble birth
Vouchsafeth peace on earth.
The Sons of God :
Praise Him whose piercing word
Leaps from his lips a sword
Whose eye, exceeding bright,
Shameth the crysolite.
Whose roseleaf lips inform
The trumpet of the storm.
Through the mysterious deep
Leadeth ourselves like sheep.
Who from the fodder crib
Maimeth Sennacherib.
Who in or east or west
Findeth no place of rest.
Who holdeth west and east
Fast in his giant fist.
Who is more perfect than
Is any other man.
Who maketh His abode
Earth, which He made as God.
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