And
the blessed Angels, so loveable in their innocence, are they not the
choice work of Thy Fingers, O Wisdom of God? For on the day of their
creation Thou didst deck them with an incorruptible vestiture for the
work of Thy holy service. These are the living stars of the higher
heaven, the lilies of the inner paradise, the rose-trees planted by the
silent-flowing waters of Siloe, with their roots immovably fixed in
Thee. O River of peace, O Breath of the garden of delights, O only
Wisdom ranging round about the circling bourne of heaven; by Thee they
shine, and burn, and glow in perfect wisdom, in virginal chastity, and
in the ardours of a deathless love. Blooming in endless youth, they find
in our weakness the sphere of their faithful service; for they lead us
by the hand like tender guides, and direct our steps as we travel
through this darksome world, and ward off the assaults of the enemy, and
whisper to us the secrets of Thy will, and brace up our failing hearts
to good, and carry up the incense of our prayers to the altar of gold,
and always supplicate the Face of our merciful Father for us. [Source]
