Through the sky are Angels winging, While we have not faith to see, From God's Heaven to earth descending— Messengers to you and me. And in flight unseen ascending, Still our messengers of love, While God's Spirit oft is resting On our altars like a dove. If from eyes that now are holden Faith should lift the scales away, We would see them coming, going, With the light of Heaven's Day. We would see our loved ones waiting Just across the glassy sea; Joy would reign in hearts forever Blending with Eternity. Hark to Angel voices singing Wafted from the sky above As they pass upon their missions— Heaven's messengers of love. Once they sang in old Judea, In the sky o'er Bethlehem— To God Glory in the highest And on earth Good Will toward men. While we serve as faithful stewards, Filled and trimmed our lamps should burn, Ready when shall come His Angels Heralding our Lord's return. Saints and loved ones will be with Him On the clouds that float in air; Eyes no longer will be holden When revealed in Glory there. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...HOMAGE TO THE BRITISH MUSEUM by WILLIAM EMPSON A SHROPSHIRE LAD: 27 by ALFRED EDWARD HOUSMAN THE YOUNG MAY MOON by THOMAS MOORE IDYLLS OF THE KING: GERAINT AND ENID by ALFRED TENNYSON THE ANCRE AT HAMEL: AFTERWARDS by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN THE CARDINAL FLOWER by JOHN BURROUGHS |