Heavenly Quire Poem by ENOCH JOHN

In my waking moments I think I may have heard a seraphic train
Whose melodic strains were as glorious as the choreography
Of the heavenly angelic quire and their rhapsody seem to carry me up and even further upwards,
And I wondered if Bach or Beethoven or even Mozart could have written
So glorious a symphony that could take us up to that celestial shore?

O come now Heavenly muse and teach me seraph's sweet song,
O come now Heavenly muse and teach me this lovely ditty,
So that my soul can be raptured to sweet Beulah land!