There sitteth a dove so gray
All on the lilly spray;
And she listeneth how to Jesus Christ
The little children pray.
Lightly she spread her friendly
And to Heaven's gate hath sped
And unto the Father in Heaven she bears
The prayers which the children have said.
And back she comes from Heaven's
And brings, that Dove so mild,
From the Father in Heaven,
Who hears her speak,
A blessing for every child.
Then, children, lift up a poius
It hears whate'er you say,
That Heavenly Dove, so gray and fair,
That sits on the lily spray.
Frederika Bremer, 1854
Note: This poem was found amongst the
treasured family heirlooms of one of our members (who is in his