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A claim to those of martyrs — like my own:
If I had had my sword, as I had on

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When I cut ears off, I had cut him down;
But having but my
keys
, and not my brand,
I only knock’d his head from out his hand.
XX
‘And then he set up such a headless howl,
That all the saints came out and took him in;

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And there he sits by St Paul, cheek by jowl;
That fellow Paul – the parvenù! The skin
Of Saint Bartholomew, which makes his cowl
In heaven, and upon earth redeem’d his sin
So as to make a martyr, never sped

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Better than did this weak and wooden head.
XXI
‘But had it come up here upon its shoulders,
There would have been a different tale to tell:
The fellow-feeling in the saints beholders
Seems to have acted on them like a spell;

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And so this very foolish head heaven solders
Back on its trunk: it may be very well,
And seems the custom here to overthrow
Whatever has been wisely done below.’
XXII
The angel answer’d, ‘Peter! do not pout:

170

The king who comes has head and all entire,
And never knew much what it was about —
He did as doth the puppet — by its wire,
And will be judged like all the rest, no doubt:
My business and your own is not to enquire

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Into such matters, but to mind our cue —
Which is to act as we are bid to do.’
XXIII
While thus they spake, the angelic caravan,
Arriving like a rush of mighty wind,
Cleaving the fields of space, as doth the swan

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Some silver stream (say Ganges, Nile, or Inde,
Or Thames, or Tweed), and ’midst them an old man
With an old soul, and both extremely blind,
Halted before the gate, and in his shroud
Seated their fellow-traveller on a cloud.
XXIV

185

But bringing up the rear of this bright host
A Spirit of a different aspect waved
His wings, like thunder-clouds above some coast
Whose barren beach with frequent wrecks is paved;
His brow was like the deep when tempest-toss’d;

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Fierce and unfathomable thoughts engraved
Eternal wrath on his immortal face,
And
where
he gazed a gloom pervaded space.
XXV
As he drew near, he gazed upon the gate
Ne’er to be enter’d more by him or sin,

195

With such a glance of supernatural hate,
As made Saint Peter wish himself within;
He patter’d with his keys at a great rate,
And sweated through his apostolic skin:
Of course his perspiration was but ichor,

200

Or some such other spiritual liquor.
XXVI
The very cherubs huddled all together,
Like birds when soars the falcon; and they felt
A tingling to the tip of every feather,
And form’d a circle like Orion’s belt

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Around their poor old charge; who scarce knew whither
His guards had led him, though they gently dealt
With royal manes (for by many stories,
And true, we learn the angels all are Tories).
XXVII
As things were in this posture, the gate flew

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Asunder, and the flashing of its hinges
Flung over space an universal hue
Of many-colour’d flame, until its tinges
Reach’d even our speck of earth, and made a new
Aurora borealis spread its fringes

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O’er the North Pole; the same seen, when ice-bound,
By Captain Parry’s crew, in ‘Melville’s Sound.’
XXVIII
And from the gate thrown open issued beaming
A beautiful and mighty Thing of Light,
Radiant with glory, like a banner streaming

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Victorious from some world-o’erthrowing fight:
My poor comparisons must needs be teeming
With earthly likenesses, for here the night
Of clay obscures our best conceptions, saving
Johanna Southcote, or Bob Southey raving.
XXIX

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’Twas the archangel Michael: all men know
The make of angels and archangels, since
There’s scarce a scribbler has not one to show,
From the fiends’ leader to the angels’ prince.
There also are some altar-pieces, though

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I really can’t say that they much evince
One’s inner notions of immortal spirits;
But let the connoisseurs explain
their
merits.
XXX
Michael flew forth in glory and in good;
A goodly work of him from whom all glory

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And good arise; the portal past – he stood;
Before him the young cherubs and saints hoary –
(I say
young,
begging to be understood
By looks, not years; and should be very sorry
To state, they were not older than St Peter,

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But merely that they seem’d a little sweeter).
XXXI
The cherubs and the saints bow’d down before
That arch-angelic hierarch, the first
Of essences angelical, who wore
The aspect of a god; but this ne’er nursed

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Pride in his heavenly bosom, in whose core
No thought, save for his Maker’s service, durst
Intrude, however glorified and high;
He knew him but the viceroy of the sky.
XXXII
He and the sombre silent Spirit met —

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They knew each other both for good and ill;
Such was their power, that neither could forget
His former friend and future foe; but still
There was a high, immortal, proud regret
In either’s eye, as if ’twere less their will

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Than destiny to make the eternal years
Their date of war, and their ‘champ clos’ the spheres.
XXXIII
But here they were in neutral space: we know
From Job, that Satan hath the power to pay
A heavenly visit thrice a year or so;

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And that ‘the sons of God,’ like those of clay,
Must keep him company; and we might show
From the same book, in how polite a way
The dialogue is held between the Powers
Of Good and Evil — but ’twould take up hours.
XXXIV

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And this is not a theologic tract,
To prove with Hebrew and with Arabic
If Job be allegory or a fact,
But a true narrative; and thus I pick
From out the whole but such and such an act

270

As sets aside the slightest thought of trick.
’Tis every tittle true, beyond suspicion,
And accurate as any other vision.
XXXV
The spirits were in neutral space, before
The gate of heaven; like eastern thresholds is

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The place where Death’s grand cause is argued o’er,
And souls despatch’d to that world or to this;
And therefore Michael and the other wore
A civil aspect: though they did not kiss,
Yet still between his Darkness and his Brightness

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There pass’d a mutual glance of great politeness.
XXXVI
The Archangel bow’d, not like a modern beau,
But with a graceful oriental bend,
Pressing one radiant arm just where below
The heart in good men is supposed to tend.

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He turn’d as to an equal, not too low,
But kindly; Satan met his ancient friend
With more hauteur, as might an old Castilian
Poor noble meet a mushroom rich civilian.
XXXV II
He merely bent his diabolic brow

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An instant; and then raising it, he stood
In act to assert his right or wrong, and show
Cause why King George by no means could or should
Make out a case to be exempt from woe
Eternal, more than other kings, endued

295

With better sense and hearts, whom history mentions,

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