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.
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Comments1LOVED THIS POEM, REALLY MADE ME THINK. INTERESTING TO IMAGINE WHAT WOULD HAPPEN IF HEAVEN AND HELL MET, AND HOW PEACE COULD BE MADE. GOT ME THINKING ABOUT WAR AND PEACE. REALLY HELPS WITH MY SCHOOL ASSIGNMENTS, KEEP IT UP!