This poem is a plea to the "Angel of Peace" to come to humanity after wandering for too long. It urges the angel to spread its white wings and fly to humanity on the wings of a dove, as humanity offers gifts of song, myrtle, pine, meadows, mountains, forests, prairies and seas blended together at an altar for the angel. The poem repeats its call for the angel to come while voices are singing and spread its wings to the sunshine of love.
This poem is a plea to the "Angel of Peace" to come to humanity after wandering for too long. It urges the angel to spread its white wings and fly to humanity on the wings of a dove, as humanity offers gifts of song, myrtle, pine, meadows, mountains, forests, prairies and seas blended together at an altar for the angel. The poem repeats its call for the angel to come while voices are singing and spread its wings to the sunshine of love.
This poem is a plea to the "Angel of Peace" to come to humanity after wandering for too long. It urges the angel to spread its white wings and fly to humanity on the wings of a dove, as humanity offers gifts of song, myrtle, pine, meadows, mountains, forests, prairies and seas blended together at an altar for the angel. The poem repeats its call for the angel to come while voices are singing and spread its wings to the sunshine of love.
This poem is a plea to the "Angel of Peace" to come to humanity after wandering for too long. It urges the angel to spread its white wings and fly to humanity on the wings of a dove, as humanity offers gifts of song, myrtle, pine, meadows, mountains, forests, prairies and seas blended together at an altar for the angel. The poem repeats its call for the angel to come while voices are singing and spread its wings to the sunshine of love.
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Angel of Peace
Oliver Wendell Holmes Sr. (1809 - 1894)
Angel of Peace, thou hast wandered too long, Spread thy white wings to the sunshine of love, Come while our voices are blended in song, Fly to our ark like the storm-beaten dove, Fly to our ark on the wings of the dove. Come while our voices are blended in song, Fly on the the wings of the dove. Angel of Peace, thou hast wandered too long, Spread thy white wings to the sunshine of love. Sweet is the gift that we offer to thee, Sweet is the fragrance of myrtle and pine, Sweeter the gift that we offer to thee, Meadow and mountain and forest and sea, Breeze of the prairie and breath of the sea. Joyous we meet 'round this altar of thine, Mingling the gifts we have gathered for thee, Meadow and mountain and forest and sea, Breeze of the prairie and breath of the sea. Come while our voices are blended in song, Fly on the the wings of the dove, Angel of Peace, thou hast wandered too long, Spread thy white wings to the sunshine of love.