A LARK’S FLIGHT. in the country the bells were ringing, Out in the fields was a child at play, And up to heaven a lark went singing Blithe and free on that morn of May. And the child looked up as she heard the singing, Watching the lark as it soared away: 14 O sweet lark, tell me, heav’nward… … But the bird still sang of the golden weather, And up and on as the bird went singing, And the woman dreamt of her childhood sweet. Down came a voice that seemed to say, 14 E'en as the lark that is heav'nward winging, Thou shalt go also to heav’n one day! ” From Cassells Magazine by permission. 14
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