A Group by Greenough <br /> <br /> <br />WHENCE come ye, Cherubs? from the moon? <br />Or from a shining star? <br />Ye sure are sent, a blessed boon, <br />From kinder worlds afar; <br />For, while I look, my heart is all delight: <br />Earth has no creatures half so pure and bright. <br /> <br />From moon nor star we hither flew; <br />The moon doth wane away,— <br />The stars they pale at morning dew; <br />We ’re children of the day; <br />Nor change, nor night, was ever ours to bear; <br />Eternal light, and love, and joy, we share. <br /> <br />Then, sons of light, from Heaven above <br />Some blessed news ye bring. <br />Come ye to chant eternal love <br />And tell how angels sing, <br />And in your breathing, conscious forms to show <br />How purer forms above live, breathe, and glow? <br /> <br />Our parent is a human mind; <br />His winged thoughts are we; <br />To sun nor stars are we confined: <br />We pierce the deepest sea. <br />Moved by a brother’s call, our Father bade <br />Us light on earth, and here our flight is stayed.<br /><br />Richard Henry Dana<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-chanting-cherubs/
