Or thrill with Voodoo’s ecstasy.
Seek any fetich undivine,
Be any superstition’s thrall,
From Heaven or Hell will come a sign;
But thou alone art deaf to all.
THREE DOVES
By James Jeffrey Roche
Seaward, at morn, my doves flew free;
At eve they circled back to me.
The first was Faith; the second, Hope;