Whither, whither, wearied dove, br Wilt thou fly to seek thy rest? br Beat with many a heavy storm, br Where repose thy tender breast? br Hither, hither, gentle dove, br Bend thy flight and build thy home; br Here repose thy tender breast, br Fix thy foot, and never roam. br Welcome, welcome, soft-eyed dove, br To the sheltering low-roofed cot, br Leave the splendid city's throng, br Meekly kiss thy quiet lot. br br Low-roofed cots and whispering groves br Suit thy pensive sweetness best; br Health shall bloom, and Peace shall smile br Round thy small but downy nest. br Try thy thrilling notes once more, br Plume again thy ruffled wing; br With thy sister turtles coo, br Drink at Pleasure's native spring.