In the midnight sky an angel flew and sang a quiet song:
And the moon, and the stars, and the clouds all as one,
Attending to that holy song.
He sang of the blessedness of sinless spirits
Beneath the branches of Paradise’s gardens.
He sang of God Almighty, and his praise was without guile.
He carried in his bosom a young soul,
Destined for a world of sadness and tears.
And the sound of his song, though lacking the words,
Remained alive in that young soul.
A long time it suffered in the world, filled with a wondrous longing:
For it the sounds of the heavens could not be supplanted
By the ordinary songs of earth.
Beautiful!