THE POSTMAN OF THE AIR. 241
When homeward each through the twilight sped,
Only God and I
Knew the shining tie From pitying heart to the palsied head.
��THE POSTMAN OF THE AIR
HOME to the quiet belfry, Oh haste thee, faithful dove ! Carry thy message safely, Brief words of war or love.
Over the vineyard wasted, Over the smoking town ;
Over the army s glitter, Over the tarnished crown ;
O er the beleaguered city
Lower thy dusky breast Until its gold is shadow,
Its beating turmoil, rest.
Under thy weary pinion Comfort and courage wait ;
God guide thee, gentle postman, Within the guarded gate !
Keep thee through airy perils From falcon swift and sure ;
From cruel beating tempest,
From fowler s cunning lure. 21 Q