"Their silver voices in chorus rang,
And this was the song the bright ones sang.
"Away! away! through the wide, wide sky—
The fair blue fields that before us lie.
Each sun with the worlds that round it roll;
Each planet poised on her turning pole;
With her isles of green and her clouds of white,
And her waters that lie like fluid light.
"For the Source of Glory uncovers his face,
And the brightness o'erflows unbounded space;