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 On the pyramid, he noticed

Many pictured presentations

Taken from those mythful fables

Handed down from olden ages.

Still the moon stole higher, higher,

Over arabesques and garlands

Till it reached the very apex,

Reached the picture of St. Michael

In his struggle with the Satan.

With one foot upon a cloudlet

Stands the archangel while raising

O'er his head a lance of lightning.

Other foot stands on the Satan

In the dust before him cringing,

Vainly with one hand concealing

Forehead, marked with scars of lightning.

What a depth in his expression!

Uncurbed pain and untamed anger,

Shame, disgrace and meek submission,

All are struggling in his features.

In his eyes coarse sneer, ill-hidden.

With his other hand he raises

Heavy shield with eight sharp edges,

Armor 'gainst the angel's lightning.

With an all observing vision,

Long, long while the prelate gazes