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THE "PIGEON POST." Plume thee, mine angel dove, Plume thee for flight; Swift to the home we love All things on earth above, Hie thee ! ere night. One little line I bind 'Neath thy white wing, He thou know'st Well will find. Fly, then ! outstrip the wind; ■ Ply, gentle thing. Dread not the stormy sen ; Sweep through the cloud ; Reck not of mount or lea; Stoop not to tower or tree, Nor minster proud. Say, through the winter wild, Thou, sweet, are come, To teil him of all safe-islfd— Wife, mother, sister, chili— In freedom's home. Go ! gracious in the sight Of Heaven above; Good spirits guard thy flight; Fond hearts pray, day and night, For thee, sweet dove!
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Hawke's Bay Times, Volume 17, Issue 1018, 16 May 1871, Page 3
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121Select Poetry. Hawke's Bay Times, Volume 17, Issue 1018, 16 May 1871, Page 3
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