Pigeon Post

Katharine Lee Bates

White wing, white wing, 
Lily of the air, 
What word dost bring, 
On whose errand fare?

Red word, red word, 
Snowy plumes abhor. 
I, Christ's own bird, 
Do the work of war.

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