V.

The glowing Seraph with the brow of light

Was first among the Faithful. When the war

Between heaven's rival armies fiercely waged,

She bore the Will Divine from rank to rank,

The chosen courier of Deity.

Her presence cheered the combatants for Truth,

And Victory stood up where'er she moved.

And now, in gleaming robe of woven pearl,

Emblazoned with devices of the stars,

And legends of their glory yet to come,

The type of Beauty Intellectual,

The representative of Love and Truth,

She moves first in the innumerable throng

Of angels congregating to behold

The crowning wonder of creative power.

Oh, joy, that no mortal can fathom,

To rejoice in the smile of God!

To be first in the light

Of His Holy sight,

And freed from His chastening rod.

Faithful, indeed, that soul, to be

The messenger of Deity!

This, this is the chosen spirit,

Whose love is ever increased

From its own pare soul,

The illumined goal

Where Love holds perpetual feast.