Saints Michael and Ignatius

Make every day a Michaelmas; we pray,
We humbly pray, O prince of Heaven’s Host,
Who in high battle taught him to obey
That puissance that he strove with pride to boast.
Did you, O prince, cast into hell all who
Now wander this wide country to condemn
All to the snares of wickedness, to do
To all what you in force once did to them?
The answer comes from yet another voice
That gathered yet another army’s might
To do in earthy battle what by choice
You did above in that primordial fight:
“Saint Michael, you have gathered me in this
What I, Ignatius, do for land and bliss.”