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1869–1901

A Lark's Song

Margaret Fairless Barber

Sweet, sweet! I rise to greet The sapphire sky The air slips by

On either side As up I ride On mounting wing, And sing and sing -

Then reach my bliss, The sun's great kiss; And poise a space To see his face,

Sweet, sweet, In radiant grace, Ah, sweet! ah, sweet! Sweet, sweet!

Beneath my feet My nestlings call: And down I fall Unerring, true,

Through heaven's blue; And haste to fill Each noisy bill. My brooding breast

Stills their unrest. Sweet, sweet, Their quick hearts beat, Safe in the nest:

Ah, sweet, sweet, sweet! Ah, sweet! Sweet, sweet The calling sky

That bids me fly Up — up — on high. Sweet, sweet The claiming earth;

It holds my nest And draws me down To where Love's crown Of priceless worth

Awaits my breast. Sweet, sweet! Ah, this is best And this most meet,

Sweet, sweet! ah, sweet!

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