Classic Poem

Bright from the place of light with wings that flamed
The splendid envoy flashed along the sky,
And down the realm of darkness from on high
Shot like a star, God-driven — Sure, he yearned
For that bright home of his, and proudly spurned
The vapours gross that clogged his feet and eyes;
And, sure, with wandering and sad surmise,
He did the appointed errand and returned.

What said he, he the chief of angels, he
Who stands before the Presence, face to face?
What message did he bring to earth and sea,
The chartered empery of Time and Space,
The gross confines of poor mortality?
That here should be his Master's dwelling place.