[Written for Sentinel.]

THE LARK'S ESCAPE

My heart is like a winged larkThat, from his cage escaping,Like arrow flies toward the mark,His upward pathway shapingOver the poplars of the park.

He leaves the darkness of the cloud,And, in the sun's embrances,He pours his gratitude aloudIn psalms and tuneful phrases:And I, like him, my vows have vowed.

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