Not winged visitants with plumage bright,
And robes that glisten,
But loving thoughts, fresh winged with heavenly light.
To those who listen.
God's little ones whose angels pure and true,
Behold the Father.
Catching faint gleams of understanding new,
Rejoice together.
Pure thoughts, revealing from one Mind above,
Life's high ideal,
Teaching that Spirit, Truth, and Life, and Love,
Alone are real.
O, should a thought from some celestial clime,
Bring gentle chiding,
I'd turn me quickly to God's Truth sublime
For heavenly guiding.
