THE DOVE SONG
TO VICTOR HARRIS, New York City
(In Song and Verse)
TO VICTOR HARRIS, New York City
(In Song and Verse)
STILL is the night, while nature sleeps,
And all at peace, the twinkling stars
Are shining bright, guiding the night-bird
On its lonely flight, to forests wild.
And all at peace, the twinkling stars
Are shining bright, guiding the night-bird
On its lonely flight, to forests wild.
The faintest stirring of a breeze
Steals silently among the trees.
Rustling leaves awake the dove,
Whose mournful cry is for its love.
Then through the quiet night is heard
The plaintive voice, the echoing word.
Steals silently among the trees.
Rustling leaves awake the dove,
Whose mournful cry is for its love.
Then through the quiet night is heard
The plaintive voice, the echoing word.
Coo, Coo, my love so true,
My love so gentle, I would woo.
Coo, Coo, I am thy mate
Tho' e'er anon I do await,
Coo, Coo, my love for you,
My love so gentle, I would woo.
Coo, Coo, I am thy mate
Tho' e'er anon I do await,
Coo, Coo, my love for you,
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