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LOOKING UP.
The little lark at early dawn
Springs upward from the dewy lawn;
The daisies in the meadows blowing,
Look upward to the sun on high;
The tall green trees are ever growing,
As if they'd run into the sky.
Springs upward from the dewy lawn;
The daisies in the meadows blowing,
Look upward to the sun on high;
The tall green trees are ever growing,
As if they'd run into the sky.
Still upward, upward, everything,
On slender stalk, or soaring wing,
To us, a gentle lesson giving,
That we should heavenward turn our heart,
Nor let the purpose of our living,
Be bounded to its earthly part.
On slender stalk, or soaring wing,
To us, a gentle lesson giving,
That we should heavenward turn our heart,
Nor let the purpose of our living,
Be bounded to its earthly part.
Because, above, a world there is,
A higher, happier place than this;
Where holy men who die are taken,
Where sometimes little children go,
Who fall asleep no more to waken,
With us, upon this earth below.
A higher, happier place than this;
Where holy men who die are taken,
Where sometimes little children go,
Who fall asleep no more to waken,
With us, upon this earth below.
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Then upward, upward, let us turn,
With eyes that strain, and hearts that yearn,
Nor ever, mid the cares, and beauty,
Of earthly toil, and earthly love,
Forgetful prove of higher duty,
But serve Him first, Who reigns above.
With eyes that strain, and hearts that yearn,
Nor ever, mid the cares, and beauty,
Of earthly toil, and earthly love,
Forgetful prove of higher duty,
But serve Him first, Who reigns above.
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