OH! SKY-LARK, FOR THY WING.
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And a thousand joyous measures
From my chainless heart should spring,
Like the bright rain's vernal treasures,
As I wandered on thy wing.
But oh! the silver chords,
That around the heart are spun,
From gentle tones and words,
And kind eyes that make our sun!
To some low sweet nest returning,
How soon my love would bring,
There, there the dews of morning,
Oh, sky-lark! on thy wing!
