THE larks of song that high o'erhead Sung joyous in my boyhood's sky, Save one, are with the silent dead, Those larks that knew to soar so high. But still with ever surer flight, One singer of unfailing trust Chants at the gates of morn and night Great songs that lift us from the dust, And heavenward call tired hearts that grieve, Beneath the vast horizon given With larger breadth of morn and eve, To this one lark alone in heaven. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ARMY CORRESPONDENT'S LAST RIDE; FIVE FORKS, APRIL 1, 1865 by GEORGE ALFRED TOWNSEND LATAKIA by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH IN A GARDEN by PAULINE B. BARRINGTON THE WILD GEESE by MICHAEL JOSEPH BARRY PSALM 127 by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE THIS WAY FOR ROMANCE by BERTON BRALEY DIVINE AND MORAL SONGS: 21. LAMENT FOR PRINCE HENRY by THOMAS CAMPION POSTHUMOUS TALES: TALE 17. DANVERS AND RAYNER by GEORGE CRABBE |