 | Carol and Cadence |  |
THE LARK.
A shrill voice cleaves the air:
Who is it doth the day unto the world declare,
Before the night is gone?
It is the lark,
That, through the dark,
Upmounting, sounds aloft the clarion-call of dawn.
Who is it doth the day unto the world declare,
Before the night is gone?
It is the lark,
That, through the dark,
Upmounting, sounds aloft the clarion-call of dawn.
A black speck in the sky,
Toward the unseen sun already mounting high,
Whilst yet the world in gloom
Is clad, he knows
Day's coming rose
And soars secure to where faith tells him it will bloom.
Toward the unseen sun already mounting high,
Whilst yet the world in gloom
Is clad, he knows
Day's coming rose
And soars secure to where faith tells him it will bloom.
The cock, too, tells the day;
But none his voice from earth uplifted suffer may:
Head under wing, he calls.
Dear lark, but thee
All love, with glee
That wingest, singing, up unto the heavenly halls.
But none his voice from earth uplifted suffer may:
Head under wing, he calls.
Dear lark, but thee
All love, with glee
That wingest, singing, up unto the heavenly halls.
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Ah singing, springing soul,
That soarest up secure toward thy heavenly goal,
Would we as thou were free!
Would by this mesh
Of fretting flesh
As little we for flight as thou might hindered be!
That soarest up secure toward thy heavenly goal,
Would we as thou were free!
Would by this mesh
Of fretting flesh
As little we for flight as thou might hindered be!
Would heaven thy faith, dear lark,
We had and might no less, beyond this world of dark,
Like thee, the light divine!
Alack, our eyes
Pierce not Life's skies
Of gloom nor may avail to find the sun, like thine!
We had and might no less, beyond this world of dark,
Like thee, the light divine!
Alack, our eyes
Pierce not Life's skies
Of gloom nor may avail to find the sun, like thine!
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