Come My Dove

Come my dove, there’s a coy fragrance on the air

Near the gold-gilded glow of our roses there,

Year by year they’ve matured in Love’s garden fair

To bloom anew each Spring!


See their blush in the hush of the evening hours

How their deepening gold pales Youth’s passion flowers

Breath in deep, feel the sweep of God’s fragrant power

Come dream with me!


See how soon, we both shall fly away

With the true and faithful on that Day

Hallelujah, we must watch and pray

Draw close with me.

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