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THE WHITE DOVE.
Over the misty mountains,
Over the sounding sea,
Far through the dreamy distance
Came a white dove to me.
Over the sounding sea,
Far through the dreamy distance
Came a white dove to me.
Sorrow upon my harp-strings
Lay like corroding rust,
Darkly hope's holy radiance
Faded, an empty trust,—
Till my o'erburdened spirit,
Wildered by doubts and fears,
Saw only clouds and darkness
Dimly, through falling tears,—
Lay like corroding rust,
Darkly hope's holy radiance
Faded, an empty trust,—
Till my o'erburdened spirit,
Wildered by doubts and fears,
Saw only clouds and darkness
Dimly, through falling tears,—
When over the misty mountains,
Over the surging sea,
Far through the dreamy distance,
Came a white dove to me.
Over the surging sea,
Far through the dreamy distance,
Came a white dove to me.
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Spoke I in trembling whispers
Thus to the spirit-bird:—
“Who in the land of shadows,
Who hath my plaining heard?
Art thou some friend departed,
Come to my heart again?”
And a sweet voice rose clearly,
Soft as the summer rain:—
Thus to the spirit-bird:—
“Who in the land of shadows,
Who hath my plaining heard?
Art thou some friend departed,
Come to my heart again?”
And a sweet voice rose clearly,
Soft as the summer rain:—
“Over the misty mountains,
Over the sounding sea,
Far through the dreamy distance,
Lone one, I come to thee!
Over the sounding sea,
Far through the dreamy distance,
Lone one, I come to thee!
“I am no friend departed
Over life's mystic main,
Coming in clouds and darkness
Back to thy heart again;—
I am the might, the power,
Conqueror all above,
I am the joy, the sunshine
Lighting earth's darkness,—Love!
Over life's mystic main,
Coming in clouds and darkness
Back to thy heart again;—
I am the might, the power,
Conqueror all above,
I am the joy, the sunshine
Lighting earth's darkness,—Love!
“And over the misty mountains,
Over the surging sea,
Far through the dreamy distance,
Lone one, I come to thee!”
Over the surging sea,
Far through the dreamy distance,
Lone one, I come to thee!”
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Then the white dove which never,
Never will more depart,
Folded its snowy pinions
Over my gladdened heart;
Thrillingly sweet and gentle
Is the low song it sings—
“Rest thee, thou weary spirit,
Under my shielding wings!”
Never will more depart,
Folded its snowy pinions
Over my gladdened heart;
Thrillingly sweet and gentle
Is the low song it sings—
“Rest thee, thou weary spirit,
Under my shielding wings!”
Over the misty mountains,
Over the sounding sea,
Far through the dreamy distance
Came a white dove to me!
Over the sounding sea,
Far through the dreamy distance
Came a white dove to me!
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