An angel was flying through the midnight sky,
and a quiet song he sang;
And the moon and the stars and the clouds in a throng hearkened to that holy song.
He sang of the bliss of sinless souls
under the shade of paradises gardens;
Of God the great he sang
and his praise was sincere.
In his embrace he carried the young soul
to the world of sadness and tears;
and the sound of his songs in the young soul
remained without words but alive.
And long on the earth it languished
filled with a wonderous longing;
and the boring songs of earth could not
replace for it the sounds of the heavens.