THE DOVES.
PRETTY doves, so blithely ranging
Up and down the street;
Glossy throats all bright hues changing,
Little scarlet feet.
Up and down the street;
Glossy throats all bright hues changing,
Little scarlet feet.
Pretty doves! among the daisies
They should coo and flit!
All these toilsome, noisy places
Seem for them unfit.
They should coo and flit!
All these toilsome, noisy places
Seem for them unfit.
Yet amidst our human plodding
They must love to be;
With their little heads a-nodding,
Busier than we.
They must love to be;
With their little heads a-nodding,
Busier than we.
Close to hoof and wheel they hover,
Glancing right and left,
Sure some treasure to discover;
Rapid, shy, and deft.
Glancing right and left,
Sure some treasure to discover;
Rapid, shy, and deft.
Friendliest of feathered creatures,
In their timid guise;
Wisdom's little silent teachers,
Praying us be wise.
In their timid guise;
Wisdom's little silent teachers,
Praying us be wise.
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