On the skin of a white Dove,
Thy cometh a pretty flower,
Glomming in the sky Above,
I saw upon thee a mighty favor,

With a shiny Star,
Thou brightens the darkness,
High above the favorite Tar,
Thou shalteth down calmness,

Happy is the earth at this Moment,
To shower up a sparkling dust,
With a Beautifying Element,
Here, awaited! thou never crust,

Now is the time, O! shall I See,
Thy glorious olive, that favors Thee.