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the mourning dove.
But since His love departed,
Mine eyes have failed with weeping,
My life is broken-hearted,
Its light in darkness sleeping.
Better the grave's dominion
Than thus forsaken flying,
And blessed deaths shadowy pinion
To souls in anguish crying.
Mine eyes have failed with weeping,
My life is broken-hearted,
Its light in darkness sleeping.
Better the grave's dominion
Than thus forsaken flying,
And blessed deaths shadowy pinion
To souls in anguish crying.
Behold the bird-mates greeting
With fond and tender kisses,
Where hearts caress, and, meeting,
Find Eden's purest blisses;
Their rest is fixed forever,
Deep in the green boughs lying,
Where olive-branches quiver,
And lilies sweet are sighing.
With fond and tender kisses,
Where hearts caress, and, meeting,
Find Eden's purest blisses;
Their rest is fixed forever,
Deep in the green boughs lying,
Where olive-branches quiver,
And lilies sweet are sighing.
But I am lost and weary,
No home for me remaining;
Among the cleft rocks dreary,
With briers and thorns complaining.
My God forsakes the altar
Whereon His anger burneth;
And where my weak steps falter,
His wrath a whirlwind turneth.
No home for me remaining;
Among the cleft rocks dreary,
With briers and thorns complaining.
My God forsakes the altar
Whereon His anger burneth;
And where my weak steps falter,
His wrath a whirlwind turneth.
