Soon they cease to fear the giver,
Quick are they to feel my love,
And my alms are freely taken
By the shyest little dove.
In soft flight, they circle downward,
Peep in through the window-pane;
Stretch their gleaming necks to greet me, this stanga is very nice
Peck and coo, and come again.
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Soon they cease to fear the giver, Quick are they to feel my love, And my alms are freely taken By the shyest little dove. In soft flight, they circle downward, Peep in through the window-pane; Stretch their gleaming necks to greet me, this stanga is very nice Peck and coo, and come again.