THE BOY AND THE LARK.
MUSIC COMPOSED FOR MERRY’S MUSEUM; BY G. J. WEBB.
“Who taught you to sing, my pretty, sweet birds?
Who tuned your melodious throats?
You make all the woods and the vallies to ring,
You bring the first news of the earliest spring,
With your loud and your silvery notes.
“Who painted your wings, my pretty, sweet birds,
And taught you to soar in the air?
You rise and you dart through the region of light,
You look down on man from your loftiest height,
And your hearts know no troublesome care.
“And where are your fields, my beautiful birds?
And where are your houses and barns?
You sow not the ground, and you reap not the corn,
You spring from your nests at the earliest morn,
But you care not about the wide farms.”
“’Tis God,” said a lark, that rose from the turf,
“Who gives us the good we enjoy;
He painted our wings, and he gave us our voice,
He finds us our food, and he bids us rejoice;—
We’re his creatures, my beautiful boy.”
MERRY’S MUSEUM.
VOLUME II.—No. 2.