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I hear you singing happily, / My boy of tarnished mien, / Lifting your limpid, trustful gaze / In innocence serene.
A thousand javelins of pain / Assault my heaving breast / When I behold the storm of years / That beat without your nest.
O sing, my lark, your matin song / Of joyous rhapsody, / Distil the sweetness of the hours / In gladsome ecstasy.
For time awaits your buoyant flight / Across the bar of years, / Sing, sing your song, my bonny lark, / Before it melts in tears!