To silence, by the presence of their Lord;
Or hush’d by His command, in love to man,
And bid let fall soft beams on human rest,
Restless themselves. On yon cerulean plain,
In exultation to their God, and thine,
They dance, they sing eternal jubilee,
Eternal celebration of His praise.
But, since their song arrives not at our ear,
Their dance perplex’d exhibits to the sight
Fair hieroglyphic of His peerless power. 1130