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THE LARK.
Whither, O sweet lark! whither away,
Soaring so high in the dawning grey?
I see thee not, but I hear thy voice,
Singing aloud, “Rejoice! rejoice!”
Soaring so high in the dawning grey?
I see thee not, but I hear thy voice,
Singing aloud, “Rejoice! rejoice!”
As long as the fields and the woods are green,
The breezes soft, and the sky serene,
Happy art thou, O bird of morn!
Greeting the beam o'er the far hills borne.
The breezes soft, and the sky serene,
Happy art thou, O bird of morn!
Greeting the beam o'er the far hills borne.
O for a wing and a voice like thine,
To revel and sing in the morning shine!
O for a spirit untouched by care,
A soul unworn by the world's despair!
To revel and sing in the morning shine!
O for a spirit untouched by care,
A soul unworn by the world's despair!
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Floating aloft on thy russet wing,
Pleasant to thee are the days of spring;
Thou hast no sorrow to make thee moan,
For sorrow is man's, and man's alone!
Pleasant to thee are the days of spring;
Thou hast no sorrow to make thee moan,
For sorrow is man's, and man's alone!
Whither, O sweet lark! whither away,
Soaring so high in the dawning grey?
I see thee not, but I hear thy voice,
Singing aloud, “Rejoice! rejoice!”
Soaring so high in the dawning grey?
I see thee not, but I hear thy voice,
Singing aloud, “Rejoice! rejoice!”
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