Shedding beams of heavenly light
From their pinions silvery bright!
Ah! such holy truths they speak,
Kissing lip, and brow, and cheek!
‘Peace!’ they murmur o’er and o’er;
‘We are with you evermore!
Angels count the mourner’s hours;
Every cross is crowned with flowers.’
God has taught them this, I know—
Lovely spirits, white as snow!