“O that I had wings like a dove.”
Another verse is—
“My weary wings, Lord Jesu, mark,
And when Thou thinkest best,
Stretch out Thy arm from out the ark
And take me to my rest.”
She has been told that it is by F. Palgrave, but cannot trace it in his books.
“E. T.” wishes to know who wrote a poem entitled “The Trumpeter’s Betrothed,” and where she can obtain it.
“Doubtful” has answers from “Always in a Hurry,” “Leonore,” Mabel Entwistle, and A. Martin, who refer her for the poem “Somebody’s Mother” to Part I. of the Thousand Best Poems in the World, published by Hutchinson, and to the A 1 Reciter, edited by A. H. Miles. Three kind correspondents, A. M. Isaacs, Edith Rollason, and “Edythe” copy out the poem and send it to us for her.
“Always in a Hurry” asks for a poem in which occurs the line—