POETRY
... POETRY, I A PARAPHIIRASE. PsALM liii. 6.-And I said, oh that I had wines like a dove! for then would I flee away and be at rest. Oft have I said, oh that to me The turtle's fleetest wings were given, Far from this dingy earth to flee; Amid those glittering orbs of heaven. Midst those bright fields of living light, Whose golden down would he my nest- Where suns unsetting scare the night- Ahi ...