Classic Poem

As a white dove, against the deep blue sky,
Skims swiftly far away on restless wings,
As a blithe barque shakes off the clinging spray
And to the gallant breeze her ensign flings,
So longs my soul to fly away to thee.

As lights the panting dove in some far land,
And at the sunset hour sleeps on her nest,
And as the barque tossed by the blust'ring gale
At last in port lies on the ocean's breast,
So longs my soul to rest always with thee.