Monday, March 3, 2014

The Dead Lark Comments

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On the slope, half-hid in grass, and right beneath the sounding wire,
Lay the lark, the sweetest singer in the Heavenly Father's choir,
Dead, no more to thrill the heavens with his music long and loud,
Coming from the sunny silence, moving on the fleecy cloud.
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Alexander Anderson
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