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Felicia Dorothea Hemans - The Sky-Lark
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THE Sky-lark, when the dews of morn 
Hang tremulous on flower and thorn, 
And violets round his nest exhale
Their fragrance on the early gale, 
To the first sunbeam spreads his wings, 
Buoyant with joy, and soars, and sings. 

He rests not on the leafy spray, 
To warble his exulting lay, 
But high above the morning cloud
Mounts in triumphant freedom proud, 
And swells, when nearest to the sky, 
His notes of sweetest ecstacy. 

Thus, my Creator! thus the more 
My spirit`s wing to Thee can soar, 
The more she triumphs to behold
Thy love in all thy works unfold, 
And bids her hymns of rapture be
Most glad, when rising most to Thee!
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