_Angel Chorus._ Live, work on, O Earthy! By the Actual's tension, Speed the arrow worthy Of a pure ascension! From the low earth round you, Reach the heights above you: From the stripes that wound you, Seek the loves that love you! God's divinest burneth plain Through the crystal diaphane Of our loves that love you. _First Voice._ Gabriel, O Gabriel! _Second Voice._ What wouldst _thou_ with me? _First Voice._ Is it true, O thou Gabriel, that the crown Of sorrow which I claimed, another claims? That HE claims THAT too? _Second Voice._ Lost one, it is true. _First Voice._ That HE will be an exile from his heaven, To lead those exiles homeward? _Second Voice._ It is true. _First Voice._ That HE will be an exile by his will, As I by mine election? _Second Voice._ It is true. _First Voice._ That _I_ shall stand sole exile finally,-- Made desolate for fruition? _Second Voice._ It is true. _First Voice._ Gabriel! _Second Voice._ I hearken. _First Voice._ Is it true besides-- Aright true--that mine orient Star will give Her name of "Bright and Morning-Star" to HIM,-- And take the fairness of his virtue back To cover loss and sadness? _Second Voice._ It is true. _First Voice._ UNtrue, UNtrue! O Morning Star, O MINE, Who sittest secret in a veil of light Far up the starry spaces, say--_Untrue!_ Speak but so loud as doth a wasted moon To Tyrrhene waters. I am Lucifer. [_A pause. Silence in the stars._ All things grow sadder to me, one by one. _Angel Chorus._ Exiled human creatures, Let your hope grow larger! Larger grows the vision Of the new delight. From this chain of Nature's God is the Discharger, And the Actual's prison Opens to your sight. _Semichorus._ Calm the stars and golden In a light exceeding: What their rays have measured Let your feet fulfil! These are stars beholden By your eyes in Eden, Yet, across the desert, See them shining still! _Chorus._ Future joy and far light Working such relations, Hear us singing gently _Exiled is not lost!_ God, above the starlight, God, above the patience, Shall at last present ye Guerdons worth the cost. Patiently enduring, Painfully surrounded, Listen how we love you, Hope the uttermost! Waiting for that curing Which exalts the wounded, Hear us sing above you-- EXILED, BUT NOT LOST!