Wondersong

Thus, Alma lied. A poignant complaint, piercing wondersong, registering with her frail untaught soprano trembling tones in the uppermost treble-world.

Afterward, Pygarax dared suggest, “Move over Asylum; Halls of the Mountain Kings; Cymnargael; Oh, Cherriel; Refugee; Psalm of the Dreamers; Houses of the Holy; The Vagabond Hymn; and all of those other fabulous wondersongs that are too damn numerous to mention: Y'all got big company.”

The heavenly beings have not yet moved on from their one-word wonder-song: “HOLY, HOLY, HOLY”! They have been singing it since the beginning of time and they do not seem inclined to change their words anytime soon.

In general the Greek whom Kipling sings and whom we already find in Schiller — the Greek who is an incarnation of the "joy of life unquestioned, the everlasting wondersong of youth"— is a romantic myth.