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ANGEL OF PEACE.
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Fly to our ark like the storm-beat-en dove! Fly to our ark on the

Breeze of the prai - rie and breath of the sea,— Meadow and mountain and

Bid the full breath of the or - gan re-ply,— Let the loud tem - pest of


Fly to our ark like the storm-beaten dove! Fly to our ark on the

Breeze of the prai - rie and breath of the sea,— Meadow and mountain and

Bid the full breath of the or - gan re - ply,— Let the loud tem - pest of


wings of the dove,— Speed o'er the far-sounding bil - lows of song,

for - est and sea! Sweet is the fragrance of myr-tle and pine,

voi - ces re - ply,— Roll its long surge like the earthshaking main!


wings of the dove,— Speed o'er the far-sounding bil - lows of song,

for - est and sea! Sweet is the fragrance of myr-tle and pine,

voi - ces re - ply,— Roll its long surge like the earthshaking main!