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ONLY A DOVE.
Only a Dove, a Dove and nothing more,
Cast out into the world without a choice,
While its soft breast the bitter tempest tore,
And in the darkness it but seem'd a voice,
Cast out into the world without a choice,
While its soft breast the bitter tempest tore,
And in the darkness it but seem'd a voice,
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Only a Dove, a Dove and nothing more,
A tender fledgeling that could scarcely fly,
With wounded wings all broken ere they bore,
And through the silence sent a helpless cry.
A tender fledgeling that could scarcely fly,
With wounded wings all broken ere they bore,
And through the silence sent a helpless cry.
Only a Dove, a Dove and nothing more,
A gentle creature simply framed to love,
That seem'd in weakness vainly to implore
Pity from earth below, and heaven above.
A gentle creature simply framed to love,
That seem'd in weakness vainly to implore
Pity from earth below, and heaven above.
Only a Dove, a Dove and nothing more,
Far from the shadow of its sheltering nest,
Seeking the refuge that it had before,
And finding not one little spot of rest.
Far from the shadow of its sheltering nest,
Seeking the refuge that it had before,
And finding not one little spot of rest.
Only a Dove, a Dove and nothing more,
Toss'd up and down by every wind and wave,
Having no place upon this earthly shore,
No home except the quiet of the grave.
Toss'd up and down by every wind and wave,
Having no place upon this earthly shore,
No home except the quiet of the grave.
Only a Dove, a Dove and nothing more,
Hungry and wearied, scorced by cruel flame,
Stricken to very death, and bleeding sore,
And waiting for the dawn that never came.
Hungry and wearied, scorced by cruel flame,
Stricken to very death, and bleeding sore,
And waiting for the dawn that never came.
Only a Dove, a Dove and nothing more,
Forlorn and suffering in a world of sin,
Till God in mercy open'd wide the door,
Put forth His hand and took the wanderer in.
Forlorn and suffering in a world of sin,
Till God in mercy open'd wide the door,
Put forth His hand and took the wanderer in.
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