In The Nest Of The Lark Poem by John Bannister Tabb

In The Nest Of The Lark



Here the silentest of things
Lowliest lies;
Where with palpitating wings,
Swift to rise,
Wakes the soul that sweetest sings,
And the loftiest anthem brings
From the skies.

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