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Show TO THE MEADOW LARK (lly C. M.) Rird of our heart's desire! Queen of the meadow cho r! Full-throated warbler of valley and plain, Meadow Lark! Meadow Lark! Sing! How we love to hark; Heart us with music that steals o'er the brain. Como from the sunuy south! Bring back our spring of youth! Sing the last dregs of our winter away; Meadow Lark! .Meadow Lark! Foe of dull days, and dark, Green up the faded grass sleeping In clay. Song of the budding spiing! Sweeter than Cuckoo's r-'ng, Queening all lays t.f the meadows along; Meadow Lark! Meadow Lark! Fine word, nor grand remark, Can fathom the depths of your sweet rustic song. Far are your vernal bounds, soul of our summer sounds! You love our Great Autumns and linger awhile; Meadow Lark! Meadow Lark! Take this our loving mark, A print of the pleasure, of hearts you beguile. The notes of your ditty, are heard near the city, But the homo of your heart's by the clear river's flow; Meadow Lark! Meadow Lark! Far from the city park. Here where' Uintah's' wild red roses grow. n |
