THE LARK’S SONG
Up the east a lark was springing, Down the yellow light was singing, “ O that I were wise and strong. I am nothing but a song.” Stood the poet still and listened, Rapt into the ringing skies. Dewy dawns of Eden glistened In a dying maiden's eyes. And a child, no minstrel seeing, Said the angels sang above. And a worn and withered being Felt the carol, —“God is Love.” Still the lark, above them winging, Shed his sorrow in his singing; “O that I were wise and strong. I am nothing but a song.”
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Waikato Times, Volume 127, Issue 21188, 10 August 1940, Page 11 (Supplement)
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98THE LARK’S SONG Waikato Times, Volume 127, Issue 21188, 10 August 1940, Page 11 (Supplement)
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