Hcs 6 'To Join the Angels In Joyful Repast'

SIX To join the angels in joyful repast, Where is no shame, nor overeating e’er, Is her least gift, ‘tis given at the last… Before, they stroke their golden dulcimers rare, And sing like rivers babbling over rocks, And sing like trees that whisper in the wind, And sing like birds, a-winging in their flocks, And shine, like mighty folk, who never sinned! There, for her, burgeon green, and growing things, There, poor folk feed each other, free from envies, There, service is the measure of all Kings, Wherever they do go, their only envoys Are streams of butterflies and honeybees, Which bless the kings, and glow (which each King sees!)