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XXX.

Michael flew forth in glory and in good; A goodly work of him from whom all Glory And Good arise; the portal past--he stood; Before him the young Cherubs and Saints hoary-- (I say _young_, begging to be understood By looks, not years; and should be very sorry To state, they were not older than St. Peter, But merely that they seemed a little sweeter).