Stay awhile, thou blessed band! be entreated, daughters of heaven! While the chance-met scholar of Wisdom learneth your sacred names: He is resting a little from his toil, yet a little on the borders of earth, And fain would he have you his friends, to bid him glad welcome hereafter. Who among the glorious art thou, that walkest a Goddess and a Queen, Thy crown of living stars, and a golden cross thy sceptre? Who among flowers of loveliness is she, thy seeming herald, Yet she boasteth not thee nor herself, and her garments are plain in their neatness? Wherefore is there one among the train, whose eyes are red with weeping, Yet is her open forehead beaming with the sun of ecstasy? And who is that bloodstained warrior, with glory sitting on his crest? And who that solemn sage, calm in majestic dignity? Also, in the lengthening troop see I some clad in robes of triumph, Whose fair and sunny faces I have known and loved on earth: Welcome, ye glorified Loves, Graces, and Sciences, and Muses, That, like sisters of charity, tended in this world's hospital; Welcome, for verily I knew, ye could not but be children of the light, Though earth hath soiled your robes, and robbed you of half your glory; Welcome, chiefly welcome, for I find I have friends in heaven, And some I might scarce have looked for, as thou, light-hearted Mirth; Thou also, star-robed Urania; and thou, with the curious glass, That rejoicedst in tracking wisdom where the eye was too dull to note it: And art thou too among the blessed, mild, much-injured Poetry? Who quickenest with light and beauty the leaden face of matter, Who not unheard, though silent, fillest earth's gardens with music, And not unseen, though a spirit, dost look down upon us from the stars,-- That hast been to me for oil and for wine, to cheer and uphold my soul, When wearied, battling with the surge, the stunning surge of life: Of thee, for well have I loved thee, of thee may I ask in hope, Who among the glorious is she, that walketh a Goddess and a Queen? And who that fair-haired herald, and who that weeping saint? And who that mighty warrior, and who that solemn sage?