Rest Andrew

Fiery the angels rose,

and as they rose deep thunder rolled

around their shores:

indignance, burning with the fires of Hell

and Bostons Angel cried aloud,

"Why trembles honesty

and like a murderer, seeks refuge?

Why do the generous tremble
and leave their joy to the idle,

to the pestilence that mocks them?"

So cried he, rending off his robe

and throwing down his scepter,

and all thirteen Angels

descended down on the land of America,

flame folded roaring fierce.

- William Blake