The poem
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.
Hey this is the greatest poem ever I used this poem to inspire me to write a poem like this except I used different words and my tech said i was coping the whole thing, well I just wanted to commplement this poem for ispiring me to write another poem