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THE angels strung their harps in heaven, and their music went up like a stream of odours to the pavilions of the Most High; but the harp of Seralim was sweeter than that of his fellows, and the Voice of the Invisible One (for the angels themselves know not the glories of Jehovah -- only far in the depths of heaven they see one Unsleeping Eye watching forever over Creation) was heard saying, --
"Ask a gift for the love that burns in thy song, and it shall be given thee. " And Seralim answered, --