Dove of Peace |
A. Anderson, 1863
When the dark cloud of rebellion Enshrouded our land, The war cry resounding, From Georgia to Maine; The Dove of sweet peace, No longer could stay, She spread her bright pinions, "And flew weeping away."
2. The rumbling of chariots, | 3. She has flown to a distance, In quiet to dwell, There weeping and cooing In her quiet lone cell, A waiting the hour, When the rainbow of peace Shall burst the dark cloud, And the war-cry shall cease.
4. When the dark cloud of rebellion |