A Pretty Little Lark
A Pretty little Lark, my Darling was,
Who cheered each one she met -- humble intent!
Whose Way was Love, her Harmony, unbent
By any Path, Belief, Doctrine or Cause
She stilled my heart, the lovely little bird,
By singing children’s songs, and Sunday School
She taught, to bring tykes discipline, Self-Rule
And called it sacred work, to keep one’s word.
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2/18/2019
Copyright © Andrew Fairchild | Year Posted 2019
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