Come! Come! Dove of peace! 
  Wherefore art thou? 
Why wingeth thou aloft
  Above the realm? 
Alight. Oh, fortitude, mid
  Tumultuous qualms. 
Bring rest to the wear ones
  Tired at the helm.
The day is waning
  Sunset is approaching, near, 
The dream of life
  Is merging into space. 
Oh! Little white winged creature
  Emblem of peace, 
Alight to crown the dawning 
  With God's grace.                
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
 
                    