| Show THREE DOVES seaward at morn my doves flew frae at eve they circled back to me the first was faith the second hope the third the whitest above the urges play dreamlike they hovered day by day at baat aby turned and bora to ma of peace through nightfall gray ko shore forlorn no loveliest land their gentle eyes had left nn scanned hues of twilight heliotrope or daybreak fires by beai en breath fanned quick visions of celestial erace hither they waft from earths broad space kind thoughts of all humanity they chine with radiance from goda face ah gince mr heart they chioso tor home why loose them forth abam tc rosan yet look they with loftier beope they wheel in flight toward heavens pure dome fly messengers that find no rest save in such toil as males man blest your home la coda immensity we hold you but at his behest george parsons Lathro pin kew york independent |
