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