 | The collected poems of Arthur Edward Waite |  |
THE POWER AND THE GLORY
O well for those whose duty assumes the guise of beauty,And well for those whose mission puts on the veils of grace;
For whom the hopes they rise on are wings Love also flies on,
And well when God leads onward by light of fairest face.
To them nine choirs of angels at dawn proclaim evangels
And words of peace at vesper time through channels such as thou;
With glory on the lowly from holy place and holy
Of altar chaste, for shining placed—one radiant vestal brow!
| The collected poems of Arthur Edward Waite | |