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The Dove.
There was a lonely ark
That sail'd o'er waters dark;
And wide around,
Not one tall tree was seen,
No flower, nor leaf of green,
All,—all were drown'd.
That sail'd o'er waters dark;
And wide around,
Not one tall tree was seen,
No flower, nor leaf of green,
All,—all were drown'd.
Then a soft wing was spread,
And o'er the billows dread,
A meek dove flew;
But on that shoreless tide
No living thing she spied,
To cheer her view.
And o'er the billows dread,
A meek dove flew;
But on that shoreless tide
No living thing she spied,
To cheer her view.
There was no chirping sound
O'er that wide watery bound,
To sooth her wo;
But the cold surges spread
Their covering o'er the dead,
That slept below.
O'er that wide watery bound,
To sooth her wo;
But the cold surges spread
Their covering o'er the dead,
That slept below.
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So to the ark she fled,
With weary, drooping head,
To seek for rest:
Christ is thy ark, my love,
Thou art the timid dove,—
Fly to his breast.
With weary, drooping head,
To seek for rest:
Christ is thy ark, my love,
Thou art the timid dove,—
Fly to his breast.
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