Oh that I had wings like a dove! for then would I fly away, and be at rest.@Psalm 55:6
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Thomas Moore (1779–1852)

Tho­mas Moore, Sac­red Songs 1816.

Bridg­man ar­ranged from Beet­ho­ven by George Kings­ley, 1853 (🔊 pdf nwc)

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Homing Pigeon

The bird, let loose in eastern skies,
When hastening fondly home,
Ne’er stoops to earth her wing, nor flies
Where idle warblers roam.

But high she shoots through air and light,
Above all low delay,
Where nothing earthly bounds her flight,
Nor shadow dims her way.

So grant me, God, from every care
And stain of passion free,
Aloft, through virtue’s purer air,
To hold my course to Thee!

No sin to cloud, no lure to stay
My soul, as home she springs—
Thy sunshine on her joyful way,
Thy freedom in her wings!