The Pleaders

Before the Majesty of Most High God The gentlest of the glad Archangels came; Swift down the emerald avenue he trod, His eager sandals quivering to flame. Close at his heels there frisked a dog, his mate In bygone journeyings with young Tobias, A dog "without," whose love had dared the gate, Scenting the steps of Brother Azarias, So-called in those blithe morns when, laughing-eyed, By thorn and myrrh, the dew on every stem, He led the son of Tobit to his bride, And the lad's dog went leaping after them.

The little winds that in those sunrise-flushed, Fleet plumes had nestled, to the harpstrings flew To learn gold melodies for May, but hushed Was all that glory till a Voice pealed through: "Mine Angel Raphael, of the Holy Seven Who lift the prayers of saints before the Throne, What wild, unworded anguish troubles Heaven, To man's appeal the wailing undertone? Men's orisons for Peace, for Peace, for Peace, Smothered the psalms of Paradise, until I bade that vain and bitter crying cease. My will is Peace. Let mortals do my will."

Before the shining of the Mercy Seat The Angel raised a censer. "Lord, I bring The screams of shell-torn horses, thrashing feet Of mangled mules, the pigeon's broken wing, Gasping of dogs gas-tortured, wounds and woe Of myriad creatures by Thy breath endowed With being. Theirs the prayers that overflow This vessel by whose weight my heart is bowed." Ah, strange to see that poor, vague incense rise, Dim supplication crossed by fragrances Of courage, faithfulness, self-sacrifice Even of these brute martyrs, even of these.

"Brother of Sorrows, bear to man those groans Of a creation that I fashioned well And gave to his dominion,--man, who owns One morning star to make it heaven or hell. I am but God, a Pity throned above To watch the sparrow's fall, to feel its throes And wait the slow, sweet blossoming of love, Small, kindly loves from which the Great Love grows." Then Raphael, Healer of the Earth, bowed thrice, Withdrawing through the ranks of seraphim Who smiled to see how, scorning Paradise, On frolic feet the dog sped after him.