O thou divine Bird
From gardens of light!
Thy heart piercing song
Hath shattered the night,
Dispelling the gloom
And flooding the air!
The world bath not seen
But felt thou wert there.
O thou divine Rose
From gardens of love!
Thy form of substance,
Thy breath from above,
Exhales to the world
A perfume so rare,
That tho' still unseen
We know thou art there.
O thou divine Star
From the realms on high!
Thy radiant beams
Fill earth, air, and sky!
Bereaved of the Sun
The world unaware
Now turns to Its Glory
And sees Thou art there!
- May Maxwell (Star of the West, Vol. 15, No. 4, July 1924)