Gabriel

I rose up when I heard the trumpet callTo march with Michael and his host.With armor on and flaming sword in handWe strove to drive the dragon from the landAnd lay him in the dust.

Now let me find that place of quietness,Where all the conflicts end,Wherein the dragon can no longer war,And man greets man as friend;A place to drink the royal wineAnd share the broken bread: a placeTo know the ministryOf gentleness and grace.

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Mythology: Ancient and Modern
February 8, 1947
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