James Montgomery

The Dove,
On silver pinions, winged her peaceful way.

The Dove,
On silver pinions, winged her peaceful way.

A work of skill, surpassing sense,
A labor of Omnipotence;
Though frail as dust it meet thine read more

A work of skill, surpassing sense,
A labor of Omnipotence;
Though frail as dust it meet thine eye,
He form'd this gnat who built the sky.

If God hath made this world so fair,
Where sin and death abound,
How beautiful beyond compare
Will paradise be read more

If God hath made this world so fair,
Where sin and death abound,
How beautiful beyond compare
Will paradise be found!.

The tall Oak, towering to the skies,
The fury of the wind defies,
From age to age, read more

The tall Oak, towering to the skies,
The fury of the wind defies,
From age to age, in virtue strong.
Inured to stand, and suffer wrong.

When evening closes Nature's eye,
The glow-worm lights her little spark
To captivate her favorite fly
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When evening closes Nature's eye,
The glow-worm lights her little spark
To captivate her favorite fly
And tempt the rover through the dark.