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THE WINGS OF THE DOVE.
BY MRS. HEMANS.
"Oh! that I had the wing a of a Dove, that I might flee away and be at rest!"
I.
Oh! for thy wings, thou dove!
Now sailing by with sunshine on thy breast;
That borne like thee above,
I too might flee away, and be at rest!
II.
Where wilt thou fold those plumes,
Bird of the forest-shadows, holiest bird?
In what rich leafy glooms,
By the sweet voice of hidden water stirred?
III.
Over what blessed home,
What roof with dark, deep summer-foliage crowned,
O fair as Ocean's foam!
Shall thy bright bosom shed a gleam around?
