The White Dove

Tho choir was tull of children Singing with heart and wod, With melody almost divine, The praises of the Lord. O sweet their ringing voices Went up to the Father's ear, Aii tbrongs of Baster angels Drew nigh, their songs to hcar. Bat not to listen only; With heavenly aeal and love, The angels sing tho melodies Of tho great choirs above; And Wending with the ohildren, Their Easter anthems rise, Until the raptnrous harmonies Roll out beyond the skies. So heaven and earth werc blended. In those sweet jubilees, The unheard voices throbbing Through the eternities, Yet with the children singing- When lo! far, far above The listen ing eongregation There fiew a fair white dove. Down on the air it flonted, lts wings all silver bright, Now in the shadowed chancel, Now on its pillared height. As some soft brecze f rom heaven, It stirreil the li.stïning air, I,ik' whispere oftai silence, Like slnging after prayer. O Christ, thou loving Saviour, Thino embleni was the bird! As round and round it circled, By the grand choral stirred, Each heart swelled high with worship, With joy and sweet surprise. And Paradise to Earth drew near. And Earth to Paradise.