As the dove, which found no rest For the sole of her foot, flew back To the ark her only nest And found safety there; Because Noah put forth his hand, Drew her in from ruin and wrack, And was more to her than the land And the air: So my spirit, like that dove, Fleeth away to an ark Where dwelleth a Heart of Love, A Hand pierced to save, Tho' the sun and the moon should fail, Tho' the stars drop into the dark, And my body lay itself pale In a grave. |