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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.