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.
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