Sword Canticle

it is addressed thusly:
Arise, O Lord, overtake them and trip their heels; deliver my soul from ungodly men, Thy sword from the enemies of Thy hand.  Ps.16:13-14
it reads:
Dear St. Michael's scabbard and sword
In hands so sure thou art our ward
Be the sharp swift wind that drives
Dark fear from our children and wives!
a postscript is here written:
a pass-word:

stephen's things' light / michael's glory

1 comment:

  1. Fear that flees from every corner
    Over yonder, never mourning
    Sounds of glory heard no sooner
    Then the day dawns, now returning


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