Sweetly the song of spring's first meadow lark Falls on the listening and grateful ear; Though clouds hang low, though chill the day and dark, His notes rise jubilant, and sweet, and clear. What of the sky? His joyous song doth mark The spring's glad days, most welcome of the year.
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