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valentines.
We see on swift, untiring wing
The morning lark uprise,
Until his tuneful gush of joy
Floats faintly down the skies.

Thus thou art rising glad and free,
Thy wild song downward flinging,
Up toward the morning gates of heaven
Thy flight of glory winging.