ON PRAYER.
As through the pathless fields of air
Once wandered forth the timid dove,
So does the heart, in humble prayer,
Essay to reach the throne of love.
Once wandered forth the timid dove,
So does the heart, in humble prayer,
Essay to reach the throne of love.
Like her it may return unblest;
Like her again may soar,
And still return and find no rest,
No peaceful, happy shore.
Like her again may soar,
And still return and find no rest,
No peaceful, happy shore.
But now once more she spreads her wings,
And takes a bolder flight;
And, see! the olive-branch she brings,
To bless her master's sight.
And takes a bolder flight;
And, see! the olive-branch she brings,
To bless her master's sight.
And thus the heart renews its strength,
Though spent and tempest-driven;
And higher soars, and brings, at length,
A pledge of peace with heaven.
Though spent and tempest-driven;
And higher soars, and brings, at length,
A pledge of peace with heaven.