Ye, Too, Must Fly Before A Chasing Hand, Angels And Saints, In Every Hamlet Mourned! Ah! If The Old Idolatry Be Spurned, Let Not Your Radiant Shapes Desert The Land: Her Adoration Was Not Your Demand, The Fond Heart Proffered It, The Servile Heart; And Therefore Are Ye Summoned To Depart, Michael, And Thou, St. George, Whose Flaming Brand The Dragon Quelled; And Valiant Margaret Whose Rival Sword A Like Opponent Slew: And Rapt Cecilia Seraph-Haunted Queen Of Harmony; And Weeping Magdalene, Who In The Penitential Desert Met Gales Sweet As Those That Over Eden Blew!