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The Lark

Robert Service

From wrath-red dawn to wrath-red dawn,
    The guns have brayed without abate;
And now the sick sun looks upon
    The bleared, blood-boltered fields of hate
As if it loathed to rise again.
    How strange the hush! Yet sudden, hark!
From yon down-trodden gold of grain,
    The leaping rapture of a lark.

A fusillade of melody,
    That sprays us from yon trench of sky;
A new amazing enemy
    We cannot silence though we try;
A battery on radiant wings,
    That from yon gap of golden fleece
Hurls at us hopes of such strange things
    As joy and home and love and peace.

Pure heart of song! do you not know
    That we are making earth a hell?
Or is it that you try to show
    Life still is joy and all is well?
Brave little wings! Ah, not in vain
    You beat into that bit of blue:
Lo! we who pant in war's red rain
    Lift shining eyes, see Heaven too.

Added: 29 Jun 2002 | Last Read: 21 Jul 2018 6:38 PM | Viewed: 4018 times

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