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THE FLIGHT OF THE DOVE.

"Who are these that fly as a cloud, and as the doves to their windows?"—Isaiah lx. 8.

I am going, mother, I am going
      To the spirit land;
O'er the titleless river flowing
      Where angels stand.
Yea, beyond that little star,
"Where God's holy children are,
To my home of light afar,
      Mid that blest band.

I am leaving, mother, I am leaving
      Sin's chains below;
All the woes that years are weaving,
      Never to know.
I shall live at Jesu's feet;
Sing the new song, clear and sweet.
Watch and pray that we may meet
      Where now I go.

I am praising, mother, I am praising
      Christ's love to me;
While thy dear eyes, downward gazing,
      No light can see;
Yet on yon glorious throne