The lark, the lark! I love the lark The herald of the morn; He seems to say In his sweet way: A nother day is born, He sings to me from yonder tree, As oer the fields I go; His sweetest strain From hill and plain Makes earth with beauty glow. At twilight when my steps I wend Toward home and loved ones dear, The larks sweet song Cheers me along When eer his voice I hear. Oh, let me fly to yonder sky And soar with thesabove! For there Id be From sorrow free, And dwell in peace and love.
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