Out Of The Sunshine And Out Of The Heat, Out Of The Dust Of The Grimy Street, A Song Fluttered Down In The Form Of A Dove, And It Bore Me A Message, The One Word--Love! Ah, I Was Toiling, And Oh, I Was Sad: I Had Forgotten The Way To Be Glad. Now, Smiles For My Sadness And For My Toil, Rest Since The Dove Fluttered Down To Its Home In My Breast!