Come to my bosom, thou heavenly dove,
Bear on thy wings some sweet message of love;
Help of the helpless, and Author of light,
Dawn on my darkness, and chase away night.
Come in thy pity, thou wonderful guest,
Bring me a glimpse of that glorious rest.
Long have I pined for thee, heavenly dove,
Come to my bosom, sweet spirit of love. Guide of the straying, and hope of the lost,
Brighten the wave for the poor “tempest toss’d.
Yet if thou wilt be my bountiful guest,
All is so meager and poor in my breast,
Thou must bring all to the banquet, my Lord,
Oh! come, let compassion and love spread the board
Yes, I am waiting, thou heavenly dove,
Come to my bosom, sweet spirit of love. VESTA N. CUDWORTH.
Springfield, Mass.