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THE ARK AND DOVE.
That little one is laid, with earnest tone, And pure cheek prest to mine, she fondly asks " The Ark and Dove."
Mothers can tell how oft, In the heart's eloquence, the prayer goes up From a sealed lip : and tenderly hath blent With the warm teaching of the sacred tale A voiceless wish, that when that timid soul, New in the rosy mesh of infancy, Fast bound, shall dare the billows of the world, Like that exploring Dove, and find no rest, A pierced, a pitying, a redeeming Hand May gently guide it to the Ark of Peace.
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