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Rise with the lark, and with the lark to bed.
Rise with the lark, and with the lark to bed.
 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. 
 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. 
 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. 
 Hark, hark, the lark at heaven's gate sings,
 And Phoebus gins arise,
  His steeds to water at read more 
 Hark, hark, the lark at heaven's gate sings,
 And Phoebus gins arise,
  His steeds to water at those springs
   On chaliced flowers that lies;
    And winking Mary-buds begin
     To ope their golden eyes.
      With every thing that pretty is,
       My lady sweet, arise,
        Arise, arise! 
 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. 
 To hear the lark begin his flight,
 And singing startle the dull Night,
  From his watch-tower in read more 
 To hear the lark begin his flight,
 And singing startle the dull Night,
  From his watch-tower in the skies,
   Till the dappled dawn doth rise. 
 The music soars within the little lark,
 And the lark soars.  
 The music soars within the little lark,
 And the lark soars. 
 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!