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THE LITTLE RED LARK.
Oh, swan of slenderness,
Dove of tenderness,
Jewel of joys, arise!
The little red lark
Like a rosy spark
Of song to his sunburst flies.
But till thou art risen
Earth is a prison
Full of my lonesome sighs;
Then awake and discover
To thy fond lover
The morn of thy matchless eyes.
Dove of tenderness,
Jewel of joys, arise!
The little red lark
Like a rosy spark
Of song to his sunburst flies.
But till thou art risen
Earth is a prison
Full of my lonesome sighs;
Then awake and discover
To thy fond lover
The morn of thy matchless eyes.
The dawn is dark to me
Hark! oh, hark to me,
Pulse of my heart, I pray!
And out of thy hiding
With blushes gliding,
Dazzle me with thy day.
Ah, then, once more to thee
Flying I'll pour to thee
Passion so sweet and gay,
The lark shall listen,
And dewdrops glisten,
Laughing on every spray.
Hark! oh, hark to me,
Pulse of my heart, I pray!
And out of thy hiding
With blushes gliding,
Dazzle me with thy day.
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Flying I'll pour to thee
Passion so sweet and gay,
The lark shall listen,
And dewdrops glisten,
Laughing on every spray.
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