the mourning dove.
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Fierce eagles, sunward turning,
Scream to their mates at even;
But to the lone dove mourning,
Nor mate, nor home is given.
Earth with their rapine groaneth,
They rest in peace unheeding;
But when the just man moaneth,
The heavens refuse his pleading!
Scream to their mates at even;
But to the lone dove mourning,
Nor mate, nor home is given.
Earth with their rapine groaneth,
They rest in peace unheeding;
But when the just man moaneth,
The heavens refuse his pleading!
Return, my God! my glory!
Thou, oh, my consolation!
Hear Thou the fearful story,
And rise for my salvation.
Unveil Thy love's clear shining,
Above mine anguish hover,
And when I lie repining,
My sins with mercy cover!
Thou, oh, my consolation!
Hear Thou the fearful story,
And rise for my salvation.
Unveil Thy love's clear shining,
Above mine anguish hover,
And when I lie repining,
My sins with mercy cover!
Thus in the night I hearkened
Grief like a hushed sea swelling;
Jehovah's fear hath darkened
On every human dwelling.
I know when man assaileth
The ear of heaven with moaning,
That mortal courage faileth,
My people's heart is groaning!
Grief like a hushed sea swelling;
Jehovah's fear hath darkened
On every human dwelling.
I know when man assaileth
The ear of heaven with moaning,
That mortal courage faileth,
My people's heart is groaning!
