The Dove, On Silver Pinions, Winged Her

While Rose-buds Scarcely Show'd Their Hue, But Coyly Linger'd On The Thorn.

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

When To The Cross I Turn My Eyes,and Rest On Calvary,o Lamb Of God, My Sacrifice,i Must Remember Thee.

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

There Is A World Above, Where Parting Is Unknown; A Whole Eternity Of Love, Form'd For The Good Alone; And Faith Beholds The Dying Here Translated To That Happier Sphere.