Festus · Scene 1 (2/2) (2/2)

| Archangels | Thou who hast thousand names, as night hath stars, Which light Thee up to eye create, yet not One thousandth part illumine Thy boundlessness, Nor that abyss of Being ’midst of which Thy countless wonders constellate themselves; Thy light, the light we dwell in shall at last Fulfil the universe, and all be bliss; The consummation of all ages come. We praise Thee for Thy mercies, and for this, The first, and last, and greatest of all boons. | | Angels | Thee God! we praise Through our ne’er sunsetting days, And Thy just ways, Divine: In Thy hand is every spirit, And the meed the same may merit; All which all the worlds inherit Are Thine! It is not unto creatures given To scale the purposes of Heaven, Alway just and kind; But before Thy mighty breath, Life and spirit, dust and death, The boundless All is driven, Like clouds by wind. | | Angel of Earth | Woe! woe at last in Heaven! Earth to death is given; The ends of things hang still Over them as a sky; Do what we will, All’s for eternity! |