GRANT
August 8, 1885
God sends his angels where he will,
From world to world, from star to star;
They de his bidding as they fly,
Whether or near or far!
From world to world, from star to star;
They de his bidding as they fly,
Whether or near or far!
Whither it went, or what its quest,
I know not; but one August day
A great white angel through the far
Dim spaces took its way;
I know not; but one August day
A great white angel through the far
Dim spaces took its way;
Until below it our fair earth,
Like a rich jewel fitly hung—
An emerald set with silver gleams—
In the blue ether swung.
Like a rich jewel fitly hung—
An emerald set with silver gleams—
In the blue ether swung.
The angel looked; the angel paused;
Then down the starry pathway swept,
Till mount and valley, hill and plain,
Beneath its vision slept.
Then down the starry pathway swept,
Till mount and valley, hill and plain,
Beneath its vision slept.
Poised on a far blue mountain peak,
It saw the land, from sea to sea,
Lifting in veilèd splendor up
The banner of the free!
It saw the land, from sea to sea,
Lifting in veilèd splendor up
The banner of the free!
From tower and turret, spire and dome,
From stately halls, and cabins rude,
From stately halls, and cabins rude,
