Christian
And what of Love in brightest days With beams and lofty shafts That bring provision, gives us air, To work our human crafts. And heightened strains so sweet and low. Upon the leaves and trees That brighten every young man's heart From sickness and disease. And on it's wings white feathers seen Of purity and graces Rising higher in our thoughts From darkened mortal places. And where it dwells upon the heart With joyful power and praise We look to it to guide us home In every human way.