The Lark in the Clear Air : To my sister Margaret
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Dear thoughts are in my mind
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And my soul soars enchanted
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As I hear the sweet lark sing
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In the clear air of the day
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For a tender beaming smile
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To my hope has been granted
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And tomorrow she shall hear
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All my fond heart would say
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I should tell her all my love
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All my soul's adoration
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And I think she will hear me
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And will not say me nay
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It is this that gives my soul
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All its joyous elation
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As I hear the sweet lark sing
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In the clear air of the day
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The Lark in the Clear Air
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| John McDermott |
