A blessed thing - it is - I say
That angels dwell above
I pray that they should count me fit
To receive eternal love

A sacred thing - to be connect
To beings of celestial power
In them the soul is resurrect
The spirit nourished flowers

I've pondered them in bliss
In visions, streams of dreams
My awe be fathomless
As their aura gleams

And now - the size of my soul
Is enlargened, swells
At one with the one and all
Puts shame to poxy hells