If all the skies were sunshine, Our faces would be fain To feel once more upon them The cooling plash of rain.

If all the skies were sunshine,

Our faces would be fain

To feel once more upon them

The cooling plash of rain.

 If all the world were music, Our hearts would often long For one sweet strain of silence. To break the endless song.

If all the world were music,

Our hearts would often long

For one sweet strain of silence.

To break the endless song.

 If life were always merry, Our souls would seek relief, And rest from weary laughter In the quiet arms of grief.

If life were always merry,

Our souls would seek relief,

And rest from weary laughter

In the quiet arms of grief.

 WINGS OF A DOVE

I

 At sunset, when the rosy light was dying Far down the pathway of the west, I saw a lonely dove in silence flying, To be at rest.

At sunset, when the rosy light was dying

Far down the pathway of the west,

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