Hither they waft, from earth’s broad space,

Kind thoughts for all humanity,

They shine with radiance from God’s face.

Ah, since my heart they choose for home,

Why loose them,—forth again to roam?

Yet look; they rise with loftier scope

They wheel in flight toward Heaven’s pure dome.

Fly, messengers that find no rest

Save in such toil as makes man blest!

Your home is God’s immensity;