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Show THE MEAOuW LARK. , Wnstrel of melody, I How shall I chant of the. "Floating In meadows athrill with thy i song? Fluting; anear my feet, ; Plaintive, and wildly-sweet Oh, could thy spirit to mortal belong! Tell me thy secret art. How thou dost touch the heart, Hinting of happiness still unpossessed; Say, doth thy bosom burn Vainly, as mine, and yearn Sadly for something that leave, it nn-blessed nn-blessed ? Doth not that tender tone. Over the clover blown, now from a sorrow a longing in vain? Or, Is it Joy intense. So like a pang, the sense Sears in thy sweetest song something of pain? Others may c..ie uie steeps. Soar, and in upper deeps Sing in the heaven s blue arches profound; But, thou most lowly Thing, Teach me to keep my wing Close to the breast of our Mother, the ground! Soon shall my fleeting lay Fade from the world away Thine, ever-during, shall thrill through the years: Love, who once gladdened me. Surely hath saddened thee Half of thy music is made of his tears! Long may I list thy note Soft through the summer float Far o'er the fields where the wild grasses wave; Then, when my day is done, Oh, at the set of sun. Pour out thy spirit anear to my grave! Lloyd Mifliin in Independent. |