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. A selection of posthumous poems. > \Vy^JFr4rrjri^^ A JL-A^tek^^. TO THE WOOD LARK. Sweet syren of the verdant grove,Thou lovst in still retreats to rove,—-To pour thy notes in cheerful strainsFrom tops of trees, oer distant plains,The charming richness of thy voiceMakes the lonely wilds of the wood I see thee mount in airy flight,Robed in the rays of morning light;Pouring a flood of music loud,On the bosom of yon silver cloud 3Circling the maze with fluttering wings,While the azure with tliv matin rings. F w~ x i F i/^Fmrj^^Fj^^^^^^^^^^L 1 TO THE WOOD LARK. S— Now, poised aloft
. A selection of posthumous poems. > \Vy^JFr4rrjri^^ A JL-A^tek^^. TO THE WOOD LARK. Sweet syren of the verdant grove,Thou lovst in still retreats to rove,—-To pour thy notes in cheerful strainsFrom tops of trees, oer distant plains,The charming richness of thy voiceMakes the lonely wilds of the wood I see thee mount in airy flight,Robed in the rays of morning light;Pouring a flood of music loud,On the bosom of yon silver cloud 3Circling the maze with fluttering wings,While the azure with tliv matin rings. F w~ x i F i/^Fmrj^^Fj^^^^^^^^^^L 1 TO THE WOOD LARK. S— Now, poised aloft on thy sunny throne. Warbling thy song with artless tone,— Thy melody floating on breeze of day, In dying numbers melts away;A song as soft as CEolian lyre,Intoning the music that zephyrs inspire, I watch thee sail from the cloud of morn, - Soft on the wings of ether borne Down the retreats of the silent wood, Where the lofty pine hath admiring stood,—And gently descending, with fluttering breast,Seeking in lowliest grass thy nest. Surely angels alighting f
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