It was the very noon of night,
the stars above the fold more
sure than clock or chiming bell,
the hour of midnight toiled,
when from the heavens there came a voice,
and forms were seen to shine,
still brightning as the music rose with
light and love divine.
with love and divine the song began
there shone a light serene,
o who hath heard what i have hear,
or seen what i have seen?
o who hath heard what i heard,
or seen what i have seen.


shwizzle