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<h1>BIRDS AND NATURE.</h1>
<h2>Vol. XI.</h2>
<h2>Nº 5</h2>
<h3>May 1902</h3>
<h2 id="c1">“HARK, HARK, THE LARK!”</h2>
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<p class="t0">A little lyric, as clear as water,</p>
<p class="t0">Sweeter voiced than the river daughter,</p>
<p class="t3">Or Dryope’s moan,</p>
<p class="t0">Rang from the heart of the truest singer,</p>
<p class="t0">And straight the sound was the magic bringer</p>
<p class="t3">Of joys unknown.</p>
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<p class="t0">For night had fallen and day had risen,</p>
<p class="t0">And, breaking through his eastern prison,</p>
<p class="t3">The glad sun shone;</p>
<p class="t0">And all was fragrant and sweet with morning,</p>
<p class="t0">And to the sky, the sad earth scorning,</p>
<p class="t3">The lark had flown.</p>
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<p class="t0">And, faintly heard from the coast of heaven,</p>
<p class="t0">The song of the glad strong seraphs seven</p>
<p class="t3">Was earthward blown,</p>
<p class="t0">And echoed, with a strange completeness,</p>
<p class="t0">(As a small bloom treasures infinite sweetness),</p>
<p class="t3">In the lyric’s tone.</p>
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<p class="t0">And the marvelous freedom of the dawning</p>
<p class="t0">Breathed large through the gates of life,</p>
<p class="t3">Wide yawning,</p>
<p class="t3">Far open thrown;</p>
<p class="t0">And the trembling thrill of incarnation</p>
<p class="t0">Awoke the earth to the new creation</p>
<p class="t3">Of Beauty’s own.</p>
<p class="lr">—Edward O. Jackson.</p>
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