Closer to the nestling drew,
Hand beneath, and hand above,
Thus he held the quivering Dove.
Still they wander on together,
Through the bright or cloudy weather,—
Spotless Lamb and Dove and Child,
Comrades in the lonesome wild;
Child and Lamb and nestling Dove,—
Truth and Innocence and Love!
Blest their hearth, and blest their field,