The girl was singing in a church choir

The girl was singing in a church choir,  
About the weary abroad, far away,  
About the ships in the sea, so dire, 
And those who'd forgotten their happy day. 

So sweet was her voice flying up into highness  
With shimmering beam on her shoulder of white,  
And every one listened watching from darkness  
The way the white garment was singing in light. 

And every one thought that the joy was there,  
That the ships were all in a quiet bay,  
And the weary people abroad, full of care,  
Were now all blessed with a happy day. 

The voice was sweet, and the beam was shining, 
And only up there at the royal rack  
A child, conversant with secret, was crying  
That nobody, really, would ever come back.