I saw a lonely dove in silence flying,

To be at rest.

 Pilgrim of air, I cried, could I but borrow Thy wandering wings, thy freedom blest, I'd fly away from every careful sorrow, And find my rest.

Pilgrim of air, I cried, could I but borrow

Thy wandering wings, thy freedom blest,

I'd fly away from every careful sorrow,

And find my rest.

II

 But when the filmy veil of dusk was falling, Home flew the dove to seek his nest, Deep in the forest where his mate was calling To love and rest.

But when the filmy veil of dusk was falling,

Home flew the dove to seek his nest,

Deep in the forest where his mate was calling

To love and rest.

 Peace, heart of mine! no longer sigh to wander; Lose not thy life in barren quest. There are no happy islands over yonder; Come home and rest.

Peace, heart of mine! no longer sigh to wander;

Lose not thy life in barren quest.

There are no happy islands over yonder;

Come home and rest.

1874.

 THE FALL OF THE LEAVES

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