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From his low homested with the morning springs,
And far above the floating vapour sings,
At such an height,
That even the shepherd lad upon the hill,
Hearing his matin note so shrill,
With shaded eyes against the lustre bright,
Scarce sees him twinkling in flood of light—"
Mr. Graham, in a more lengthened description, says of the Lark:
"he towers
In loftier poise, with sweeter fuller pipe,
Cheering the ploughman at his furrow end,
The while he clears the share; or listening, leans
Upon his paddle staff; and with rais'd hand
Shadows his half-shut eyes, striving to scan
The songster melting in the flood of light—"
