Chapter XLII

And wonder seem’d their high employ
Forever, in their homes of joy;
_These are thy works_—the endless song
Forever roll’d those worlds along.
And now they came, to worship flying,
From stars beyond old Saturn lying;
From far they came, all homeward winging,
And ever on their journey singing,
And trooping to their homes again
From realms beyond our utmost ken,
Legions on legions—from the coasts
Of all thine empire, Lord of Hosts!