The Dove, On Silver Pinions, Winged Her

Prayer Moves The Arm Which Moves The World, And Brings Salvation Down.

When The Good Man Yields His Breath (for The Good Man Never Dies).

Bliss In Possession Will Not Last; Remembered Joys Are Never Past.

Here Hyacinths Of Heavenly Blue, Shook Their Rich Tresses To The Morn.

When Evening Closes Nature's Eye, The Glow-worm Lights Her Little Spark To Captivate Her Favorite Fly And Tempt The Rover Through The Dark.