The Lark 



By EDMUND J. SAWYER 



He little knew the modest Lark who said, 

 "Zfe sings inspired at high heaven's gate:'' 



The bird to his own native soil is wed 



And sings because enraptured with his mate. 



Far more than sky, with sun or starry train, 



Green fields, or barren brown, to him are worth. 



He seeks no closer view of heav'n to gain; 

 He soars but for a better view of earth. 





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