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I. At sunset, when the rosy light was dying / Far down the pathway of the west, / I saw a lonely dove in silence flying, / To be at rest.
Pilgrim of air, I cried, could I but borrow / Thy wandering wings, thy freedom blest, / I'd fly away from every careful sorrow, / And find my rest.