Of Old, With Goodwill From The Skies, The Holy Angels Came; They Walked The Earth With Human Eyes, And Passed Away In Flame. But Now The Angels Are Withdrawn, Because The Flowers Can Speak; With Christ, We See The Dayspring Dawn In Every Snowdrop Meek. God Sends Them Forth; To God They Tend; Not Less With Love They Burn, That To The Earth They Lowly Bend, And Unto Dust Return. No Miracle In Them Hath Place, For This World Is Their Home; An Utterance Of Essential Grace The Angel-Snowdrops Come.