Poems (Mary Coleridge)/Poem 149

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Arm thee! Arm thee! Forth upon the road!Michael is calling the hosts of God.
Arm thee! Arm thee! Out into the night!Forth again, forth again, child of the light!
Arm thee! Arm thee! Take the swordBright with the might of the glory of the Lord.
Arm thee! Arm thee! The morning KingsHave heard the murmur of Michael's wings.
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