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 Sunday School? With such drink and such joy"

His voice was hushed. For as he looked at the minister the fashion of his vesture was changed. The black robe seemed to melt away from him. He was all in armour, if armour be made of starlight, of the rose of dawn, and of sunset fires; and he lifted up a great sword of flame.

Full in the midst, his Cross of Red

Triumphant Michael brandished,

⁠And trampled the Apostate's pride.