When the Songbird Whistled At a Star

From out of the shadow and haunt of night, cam the little bird whistling at a star. And when the angels appeared with candles of light, I saw their gold and flaxen Hair reflecting starlight through the air; whose faces glowed in silver sheen brought To life my vivid dream, and there in pastoral fields of myrrh I saw this place where Angels were.... Where cherubs flitter on butterfly wing; where velvet chimes and Skybells ring; where melodic choruses of angels sing; where fern and flower sweetly Beam.... Oh what a privilege it is to dream.