Song, full-bosomed, rapturous-throated,
Thee, her messenger, did seize,
Ere thy deep-toned spirit floated
Hither with its harmonies—
Ere swung out the mellow-noted
Portals of that crystal-moated
House of heart's immortal ease.

Round her golden ramparts faring,
Thee the glorious Angel bore,
All this sordid earth-place daring
Thy great soul to set before—
Offered thee the hither-bearing
And the infinite sweet sharing
Of her balm for earthly sore.

Straight thou thrilledst those imperial
Cloudy parapets with song,
Far outflinging an aërial,
Passionate melody along—
Then, down pathways swift, ethereal.
Through the hearkening host sidereal,
Sped, with eager wings and strong.