With suns and stars, and yet greater Light.
They also sing, as ever they shine,
With a strength of love that is divine.
Yon rolling plain and mountain peak,
Or surging sea and bounding creek;
Or budding rose and lustrous star—
All bid us rise to an avatar,
Above rich valley, and hill’s proud crest,
Above things seen to heaven’s best—
To perfect ones, with the angel throng,