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Jane Taylor Taylor

The Little Lark

I hear a pretty bird, but hark!

I cannot see it anywhere.

Oh! it is a little lark,

Singing in the morning air.

Little lark, do tell me why

You are singing in the sky.


" 'Tis to watch the silver star,

Sinking slowly in the skies;

And beyond the mountain far,

To see the glorious sun arise.

Little lady, this is why

I am mounted up so high.


" 'Tis to sing a merry song

To the pleasant morning light;

Why stay in my nest so long,

When the sun is shining bright?

Little lady, this is why

I am mounted up so high.


"To the little birds below,

Here I sing a merry tune;

And I let the ploughman know

He must come to labor soon.

Little lady, this is why

I am singing in the sky."