The Meadow Lark 



Joy, joy! — flute, hautboy. 



Pipe, or piccolo seems a toy, 



Poor and empty, with thy rich voice, 

 Caroling, silver-sweet, rejoice. 

 Silver-sweet, rejoice, rejoice — 



Unto th' heights of joy! 



Clear, clear — far or near. 

 Bird o' the morning, call! — I hear; 

 Finding with thee (out, out between 

 Th' boundless blue and rippling green) 

 My heaven not remote, but e'en 

 Gladsomely, gently near. 



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