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 The merry lark he soars on high,
 No worldly thought o'ertakes him.
  He sings aloud to the read more 
 The merry lark he soars on high,
 No worldly thought o'ertakes him.
  He sings aloud to the clear blue sky,
   And the daylight that awakes him. 
 The lark now leaves his watery nest,
 And climbing, shakes his dewy wings.
  He takes your window read more 
 The lark now leaves his watery nest,
 And climbing, shakes his dewy wings.
  He takes your window for the East
   And to implore your light he sings. 
 The sunrise wakes the lark to sing,
 The moonrise wakes the nightingale.
  Come, darkness, moonrise, everything
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 The sunrise wakes the lark to sing,
 The moonrise wakes the nightingale.
  Come, darkness, moonrise, everything
   That is so silent, sweet, and pale:
    Come, so ye wake the nightingale. 
 None but the lark so shrill and clear;
 Now at heaven's gate she claps her wings,
  The read more 
 None but the lark so shrill and clear;
 Now at heaven's gate she claps her wings,
  The morn not waking till she sings. 
 Up springs the lark,
 Shrill-voiced, and loud, the messenger of morn;
  Ere yet the shadows fly, he read more 
 Up springs the lark,
 Shrill-voiced, and loud, the messenger of morn;
  Ere yet the shadows fly, he mounted sings
   Amid the dawning clouds, and from their haunts
    Calls up the tuneful nations. 
 Musical cherub, soar, singing, away!
 Then, when the gloaming comes,
  Low in the heather blooms
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 Musical cherub, soar, singing, away!
 Then, when the gloaming comes,
  Low in the heather blooms
   Sweet will thy welcome and bed of love be!
    Emblem of happiness,
     Blest is thy swelling-place--
      O, to abide in the desert with thee! 
 It is the lark that sings so out of tune,
 Straining harsh discords and unpleasing sharps.  
 It is the lark that sings so out of tune,
 Straining harsh discords and unpleasing sharps. 
 And now the herald lark
 Left his ground-nest, high tow'ring to descry
  The morn's approach, and greet read more 
 And now the herald lark
 Left his ground-nest, high tow'ring to descry
  The morn's approach, and greet her with his song. 
 It was the lark, the herald of the morn;
 No nightingale.  
 It was the lark, the herald of the morn;
 No nightingale.