| Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). Poetry: A Magazine of Verse. 1912–22. | | | | The Thorn | | By Joyce Kilmer |
| | | THE GARDEN of God is a radiant place | |
| And every flower has a holy face. | |
| Our Lady like a lily bends above the cloudy sod, | |
| But Saint Michael is the thorn on the rose-bush of God. | |
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| David is the song upon God’s lips, | 5 |
| And Our Lady is the goblet that He sips, | |
| And Gabriel’s the breath of His command; | |
| But Saint Michael is the sword in God’s right hand. | |
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| The Ivory Tower is fair to see, | |
| And may her walls encompass me! | 10 |
| But when the Devil comes with the thunder of his might, | |
| Saint Michael, show me how to fight! | | | | |
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