She's the true musician, artist and seer;
She looks upon nature with vision clear.
The lark brings her day without shade or sorrow,
And crowns each day with a sweet tomorrow.
He gives a joy only nature can,
A boon sent down from heaven to man.
O little lark, sing on! sing on!
The country dark new life will don.
The tones thou'lt hurl from thy tiny heart
Peace will unfurl and new joy impart.