THE ARCHANGELS' SONG. <br /> <br />RAPHAEL. <br /> <br />THE sun still chaunts, as in old time, <br /> <br />With brother-spheres in choral song, <br />And with his thunder-march sublime <br /> <br />Moves his predestined course along. <br />Strength find the angels in his sight, <br /> <br />Though he by none may fathomed be; <br />Still glorious is each work of might <br /> <br />As when first form'd in majesty. <br /> <br />GABRIEL. <br /> <br />And swift and swift, in wondrous guise, <br /> <br />Revolves the earth in splendour bright, <br />The radiant hues of Paradise <br /> <br />Alternating with deepest night. <br />From out the gulf against the rock, <br /> <br />In spreading billows foams the ocean,-- <br />And cliff and sea with mighty shock, <br /> <br />The spheres whirl round in endless motion. <br /> <br />MICHAEL. <br /> <br />And storms in emulation growl <br /> <br />From land to sea, from sea to land, <br />And fashion, as they wildly howl, <br /> <br />A circling, wonder-working band. <br />Destructive flames in mad career <br /> <br />Precede Thy thunders on their way; <br />Yet, Lord, Thy messengers revere <br /> <br />The soft mutations of Thy day. <br /> <br />THE THREE. <br /> <br />Strength find the angels in Thy sight, <br /> <br />Though none may hope to fathom Thee; <br />Still glorious are Thy works of might, <br /> <br />As when first form'd in majesty.<br /><br />Johann Wolfgang von Goethe<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/from-faust-ii-prologue-in-heaven/
