Whence do ye come, ye creatures? Each of you br Is perfect as an angel! wings and eyes br Stupendous in their beauty-gorgeous dyes br In feathery fields of purple and of blue! br Would God I saw a moment as ye do! br I would become a molecule in size, br Rest with you, hum with you, or slanting rise br Along your one dear sunbeam, could I view br The pearly secret which each tiny fly- br Each tiny fly that hums and bobs and stirs br Hides in its little breast eternally br From you, ye prickly, grim philosophers br With all your theories that sound so high: br Hark to the buz a moment, my good sirs!br br George MacDonaldbr br