Yet Nightly Pitch My Moving Tent, A

Yet Nightly Pitch My Moving Tent, A Day's March Nearer Home.

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

Time Is Eternity Begun.

There Is A Flower, A Little Flower With Silver Crest And Golden Eye, That Welcomes Every Changing Hour, And Weathers Every Sky.

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.