WITH the Dove we good customs find That by us should be borne in mind, Seven qualities good hath she Which may well our ensample be. The Dove hath in her no gall; Be we simple and soft withal. Nor her living as thief doth win; Hold we robbery for a sin. She lives not on worms but on seed; On Christ's lore we all should feed. To other birds is she a mother; So ought we to be to each other. As a moan and a groan her song; So should we confess our wrong. She in water the hawk doth see; Warned in Book of the Fiend are we. In the rock doth she make her nest; In Christ's Mercy our hope should rest. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...OVID, OLD BUDDY, I WOULD DISCOURSE WITH YOU A WHILE by HAYDEN CARRUTH THEY ACCUSE ME OF NOT TALKING by HAYDEN CARRUTH THE WAR THAT ISN'T WHAT YOU THINK by JAMES GALVIN THE RING AND THE CASTLE by AMY LOWELL STUDY FOR A GEOGRAPHICAL TRAIL; 4. NEW JERSEY by CLARENCE MAJOR |