THE DYING GIRL TO THE SKYLARK.

Wanganui Herald, Volume XVII, Issue 5236, 14 December 1883, Page 3

THE DYING GIRL TO THE SKYLARK.

♦ Ply upward, my sweet prisoner ! Regain those heights, and sing The song of joy for liberty new won. Let thy melodious notes fall, one by one, Down on my waiting ears. Now comes the ring Of happiness, borne on the waves of sound ; Sure never on dull earth their equal yet was found. And didst thou think me cruel, Tuneful friend, that I so long Have kept thee caged, my lonely life to cheer ? I felt less desolate when thou wert near. Again, again, pour forth thy joyous song, As thou enfranchised doth pursue thy flight, On happy wing, through endless fields of light. As thou against thy cruel cage, "With frantic wing did wildly beat, Turning thy bright eye piteously to mine, Bo I against these mortal bars do pine. I- put my earthly shoes from my tired feet; My hurrying heart proclaims its goal in sight, The waiting soul now plumes her wings for flight. For I shall mount— So runs our glorious creed, Higher than thou O Lark e'er M'inged your way, There in the regions of celestial day. The Spirit, bruised from earthly bonds, once freed, No touch of sorrow to those climes shall bring, But bathe itself for aye in joy's perpetual sprmg. But never, never, shall my voice O Lark be heard on earth like thine ; The fondest guardians, who shall keep The'r a'lcnb watch, where my cold dust shall sleep, Shall never hear one sound diviue, Nor list one note of th 'adoring hymn I sing amid the ranks of Seraphim. — Bluebird. Nov 26. mmmmmmmmm ____