The Dove, On Silver Pinions, Winged Her

Songs Of Praise The Angels Sang, Heav'n With Alleluias Rang, When Creation Was Begun, When God Spoke And It Was Done.

Hymns Should Have Unity, Graduation And Mutual Dependence In The Thoughts, A Conscious Progress, A Sense Of Completeness And Be Easily Understood.

Dark-green And Gemm'd With Flowers Of Snow, With Close Uncrowded Branches Spread Not Proudly High, Nor Meanly Low, A Graceful Myrtle Rear'd Its Head.

The Dove, On Silver Pinions, Winged Her Peaceful Way.

Time Is Eternity Begun.