Dinah Maria Mulock Craik - Michael the Archangel: A Statuette I lyrics

My white archangel, with thy steadfast eyes Beholding all this empty ghost-filled room, Thy clasped hands resting on the sword of doom, Thy firm, close lips, not made for human sighs Or smiles, or kisses sweet, or bitter cries, But for divine exhorting, holy song And righteous counsel, bold from seraph tongue. Beautiful angel, strong as thou art wise, Would that the sight of thee made wise and strong! Would that this sheathed sword of thine, which lies Stonily idle, could gleam out among The spiritual hosts of enemies That tempting shriek--"Requite thou wrong with wrong." Lama Sabachthani,--How long, how long.