TO THE SKYLARK.

Star (Christchurch), Issue 11507, 1 October 1915, Page 4

TO THE SKYLARK.

Ethereal ininsterl! .pilgvim of the sky I Dost thou despise the earth where cares abound? Or while the wings aspire are heart and eye Both with thy nest upon the dowy ground? Thy nest, which thou canst drop into at will, Those quivering wings composed, that music still! To the last point of vision, and beyond Mount, darling warbler!—that loveprompted strain—'Twixt thee and thine a never-failing bondThrills not the less the bosom of the plain: Yet might'sfc thou seem, proud privilege 1 to eing All independent of the leafy Spring. Lea re to tho nightingale her shady wood; A privacy of glorious light is thine. Whence thou dost £dir upon the world a flood Of harmony, with instinct more divine ; Type of the wise, who soar, but never roam— True the kind'red points of JTc-aven and Home. --William Wordsworth.