The heralds of joy to the valleys below,
Making all things more lovely wherever they go,
Are the types of thy spirit, whose beautiful wings
Make gladness and music wherever they go.
The birds, the sybiline birds of the grove,
Entempled in shadowy bloom,
Or clothed in a luminous vesture above
Of sunshine and azure and music and love,
Are the types of thy soul, that in brightness or gloom
Is clothed in a luminous vesture of love.